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GREEN  - WOOD, 


X.  CLEAVE  LAN  I). 


E.    B .    TRIPP,  PRINTER, 

1S73. 


NOTICE. 

r~pHE  want  of  a  printed  guide  for  the  Green- 
Wood  Cemetery  has  long  been  felt.  It  is  hop- 
ed that  this  little  Manual  will  do  something  toward 
supplying  it.  It  (imply  aims  to  point  out  the  ob- 
jects of  greateft  attraction — to  aid  the  vifitor  in  find- 
ing them — and,  by  brief  explanations  and  remarks, 
as  occafion  seems  to  call  for  them,  to  gratify  a  cu- 
riofity  which  is  natural,  and  to  enhance,  in  some 
degree,  the  intereft  of  the  place. 


HOW  TO  REACH  GREEN-WOOD. 


ERSONS  going  to  Green-Wood  from  New 


York,  will  find  the  route  by  the  Hamilton 
Ferry  to  be  the  best,  The  New  York  terminus 
of  this  ferry  adjoins  that  of  the  South  Ferry. 
The  landing  in  Brooklyn  is  about  two  miles 
from  the  northern  entrance. 

For  those  who  prefer  to  take  Brooklyn  on 
the  way,  or  to  avoid  the  crowds  in  Broadway, 
the  Catharine  Ferry  is  most  direct.  From  that 
ferry,  Green-Wood  may  be  reached  by  driving 
to  South  Brooklyn,  and  thence  to  the  Third 
Avenue;  or  through  Fulton  Street  and  Avenue 
to  the  Fourth  Avenue,  which  runs  within  one 
block  of  the  western  side  of  the  Cemetery. 

The  Hamilton  and  the  Fulton  Ferries  are 
recommended  to  all  those  who  intend  to  take 


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the  horse  cars.  From  these  ferries  a  car  starts 
with  every  boat. 

Carriages  stand  near  the  outer  gate  of  the 
Northern  Entrance,  which,  under  license  from 
the  Comptroller,  convey  visitors  through  the 
ground.  The  drivers  are  civil  and  intelligent, 
* — the  prices  uniform  and  reasonable.  A  printed 
card,  giving  the  rates  of  fare  and  the  regula- 
tions for  the  hack-men,  is  posted  conspicuously 
in  each  carriage. 


PRELIMINARY  NOTE. 


T  is  not  easy  to  decide  how  Green-Wood 


can  best  be  seen  at  a  single  visit.  It  would 
not  be  difficult  to  mark  out  a  route  that  could 
be  quickly  accomplished — such  a  route,  for  in- 
stance, as  the  hack-drivers  are  wont  to  take.  A 
drive  like  this  will  give,  indeed,  some  idea  of 
the  Cemetery,  and  must  content  those  who 
have  time  for  no  more.  Even  to  those  who 
can  take  only  this  little  round,  the  Hand-book 
will  be  useful — as  it  will  be  easy,  by  means  of 
its  index,  to  find  some  account  of  every  local- 
ity and  object,  to  which  their  attention  will  be 
called.  The  narrations  and  explanations,  which 
one  gets  from  the  coach-box,  though  seemingly 
stereotyped,  are  not  always  authentic. 


The  tour  given  in  this  Hand-book  is  longer, 
and  will  take  considerable  time.     It   aims  at 


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giving  a  good  knowledge  of  the  Cemetery. 
Those  who  follow  it  faithfully,  will  see  a  large 
part  of  what  is  most  interesting  and  most  im- 
portant in  Green-Wood.  It  may  be  accom- 
plished in  a  single  effort.  Still  the  result  will 
"be  most  complete  and  satisfactory,  when  more 
than  one  day  is  devoted  to  the  object;  or  the 
time  occupied  can  be  abridged,  more  or  less, 
by  omitting  portions  of  the  route.  There  will 
be  no  difficulty  in  determining  the  part  to 
leave  out,  if  the  visitor  knows  what  it  is  that 
he  most  wishes  to  see. 

To  all  who  think  of  using  this  guide-book 
and  its  route,  we  recommend  a  careful  inspec- 
tion of  the  map.  The  name  of  an  avenue  or  of 
a  path — of  ridge,  hill,  or  dell — may  not  readily 
arrest  the  eye.  But  a  section,  notwithstanding 
the  irregular  numbering,  can  be  found  at  once. 
No  one  who  remembers  this,  ought  to  be  long 
at  a  loss,  either  in  studying  the  chart,  or  in 
exploring  the  ground. 


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The  irregularity  noticeable  in  the  section 
numbers  is  due  mainly  to  the  fact,  that  Green- 
Wood  has  grown  to  its  present  size  by  suc- 
cessive additions.  To  change  the  numbers  now, 
by  the  adoption  of  a  regular  system  for  the 
entire  ground,  would  bring  confusion  and  per- 
plexity into  all  the  records  of  the  institution. 
The  anomaly  however  is  not  so  great  as,  at 
first,  it  seems. 

Number  One,  for  instance,  is  on  the  southern 
border,  about  midway  between  the  Western 
and  the  Southern  Entrance — being  the  lowest 
in  a  tier  of  six  sections.  Number  seven  adjoins 
number  six,  and  this  tier  reaches  down  to  the 
Fifth  Avenue.  Three  tiers  more,  having  the 
same  eastern  and  western  boundaries,  carry  us 
to  number  fifty.  Fifty-one  is  a  step  higher,  and 
there  are  four  tiers  of  this  class,  ending  at  the 
top,  with  ninety-eight,  which  forms  the  western 
end  of  Ocean  Hill. 
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The  next  row  begins  one  step  higher,  and 
counts  from  ninety-nine  to  one  hundred  and  ten, 
with  section  O  at  the  foot. 

One  hundred  and  eleven,  (ill)  is  on  Battle 
Hill,  and  this  short  tier  ends  with  one  hundred 
and  nineteen  at  Ocean  Hill. 

The  remaining  numbers,  on  this  eastern  side 
of  the  Cemetery,  are  one  hundred  and  twenty 
to  one  hundred  and  twenty-seven.  Sections  one 
hundred  and  twenty-eight  to  one  hundred  and 
thirty-six  are,  for  the  present,  alphabetically 
named,  by  the  letters  A.  to  J. 

One  hundred  and  thirty-seven  (137)  is  in  the 
retreating  angle  at  the  eastern  end  of  Ocean 
Hill,  and  the  numbers,  till  you  reach  one  hun- 
dred and  seventy-five,  run  regularly  up  and 
down,  from  left  to  right,  Beyond  this  there 
seems  to  have  been  some  disturbing  force,  and 
the  figures  skip  about  in  a  very  erratic  way. 


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So  much  in  regard  to  a  sectional  study  of 
the  map.  Scrutinize  it  now  with  more  care, 
and  you  will  discover  in  nearly  every  section, 
a  small  cross.  This  cross  indicates  the  precise 
position  on  the  ground  of  a  low  iron  block, 
which  bears  the  number  of  the  section — and 
which,  in  this  guide  book,  we  have  called  the 
section-post. 

In  no  part  of  the  ground  can  it  require  a 
long  search  to  find  one  of  these  land-marks. 
This  done,  a  reference  to  the  map,  shows  at 
once,  exactly  where  yon  are.  In  addition  to 
this,  you  have  the  names  of  all  the  avenues  and 
paths,  clearly  and  conspicuously  displayed  upon 
the  frequent  guide-posts. 

The  stranger  in  Green-Wood,  who  attempts 
to  make  his  way  over  it  without  guide  or  clue, 
is  quite  likely  to  find  it  a  labyrinthine  maze. 
But  let  him  pay  due  heed  to  the  hints  just 
given,  and  lie  may  thread  its  multitudinous 
avenues  and  paths  easily  and  fearlessly. 


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While  we  allow  that  those  who  merely  ride 
or  drive  through  the  principal  avenues,  may 
see  and  may  enjoy  much,  it  is  still  true  that 
the  pedestrian  alone  becomes  acquainted  with 
Green-Wood.  He  only  finds  the  cross-roads — 
climbs  the  hills — dives  into  the  dells — and  wan- 
ders, at  will,  through  scores  of  sequestered  and 
leafy  paths.  Among  the  hundred  and  sixty- 
five  thousand  graves  in  this  Cemetery,  there  is 
many  a  monument,  beautiful  or  queer — many 
an  epitaph,  appropriate  or  absurd,  touching  or 
laughable — many  a  memorial  of  true  love  and 
grief,  as  well  as  of  harmless  vanity  and  aping 
fashion — which  the  great  majority  of  visitors 
never  see,  and  know  nothing  of.  We  would 
advise  those  who  have  the  leisure  for  it,  to 
take  one  part  at  a  time.  Fix  on  a  certain  por- 
tion of  the  ground  for  the  extent  of  a  single 
ramble,  and  explore  it  thoroughly  with  your 
guide-book  and  Map.  A  few  visits  made  in 
this  way  will  accomplish  the  whole,  easily,  sat- 
isfactorily, yes,  delightfully. 


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As    you    pass   over    these    undulating  and 
highly  diversified  grounds,  let  me  call  your  at- 
tention to  the  important  fact  that  the  grading 
of  the  land  is  all  done  by  the  managers  of  the 
institution;— that  the  ground  receives  its  final 
shape  before  the  lots  are  sold,  and  that  no  sub- 
sequent alteration   of  the  surface,  is  allowed. 
In  this  respect,  Green- Wood  differs—  and  favor- 
ably differs— from   some  other  celebrated  and 
beautiful  cemeteries  of  the  rural  class.  You 
can  easily  see  how  greatly  its  beauty  would  be 
marred,  if  its  hundreds  of  knolls  and  dells, 
with  their  curving  and  graceful  outlines,  should 
be  flattened  and  excavated— terraced  and  bro- 
ken—straightened  and   stiffened—  to    suit  the 
various  tastes  and  fancies  of  the  different  own- 
ers.   In  perfecting  this  feature  of  Green-Wood, 
art  has  lent  its  aid  to  nature.    Those  who  have 
not  watched  the  long  and  skillful  and  patient 
operation— the   scooping   and    the  rounding— 
the  taking  out  and  the  filling  in— the  di«-m„o- 
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bow  much  has  been  done  in  the  way  of 
shaping  and  improving  the  contour  of  these 
grounds. 

Another  feature  of  Green- Wood, — distinguish- 
ing it,  I  believe,  from  all  other  cemeteries, — 
consists  in  the  larger  number  of  circular,  ellip- 
tical, and  triangular  inclosures,  which  add  so 
much  to  the  variety  and  general  effect.  Had 
the  ground  been  entirely  level,  all  its  lots 
would  have  been  parallelograms.  Such  an  ar- 
rangement would  have  been  more  economical, 
but  not  nearly  so  picturesque. 

Through  an  outer  gate-way  on  the  Avenue, 
you  enter  what  may  be  called  the  vestibule  of 
Green-Wood, — already  constituting  no  mean 
approach  to  the  main  entrance,  and  destined, 
as  the  years  advance,  to  become  far  more 
shady,  more  beautiful,  more  impressive. 

At  a  proper  distance  from  the  edifice,  pause 


K7ITHIN.) 


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for  a  moment  of  careful  survey.    That  it  be- 
longs to  the  Gothic  style,  all  will  see.    That  it 
is  a  pure  and  noble  specimen  of  the  order  will 
be  evident  to  those  who  have  made  architec- 
ture a  study.     Tastes  differ  and  will  always 
differ.    To  my  mind,  the  style  adopted  here,  is 
the  style  of  building  best  adapted  to  the  place. 
Its   associations,  as   suggested   by   this  grand 
and    solemn    portal,    seem    to   me  every-way 
congenial  with  the  character  and  uses  of  the 
ground.    In  its  origin  the  Gothic  is  not  only 
religious  but  Christian.    Its  whole  history  has 
entwined  it  with  ideas  of  reverence  and  wor- 
ship,—with  all  that   faith  can  impart  of  hope, 
and   consolation,  and   strength,  amid   the  be- 
reavements of  life,  and  the  certainty  of  dissolu- 
tion. 

Contemplate  the  pile.  You  cannot  fail  to 
mark  the  impressive  aspect  of  its  general  out- 
line-the  variety  and  beauty  of  its  detail— 1  lie 
harmonious  character  of  the  whole.    There  is 


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no  need  of  calling  your  attention  to  the  arches, 
gables,  towers; — the  pinnacles  and  the  spring- 
ing buttresses  of  the  central  structure ;  to  the 
neat  and  commodious  offices  on  one  side,  or  to 
the  elegant  little  resting-room  upon  the  other 
side.  Keep  it  in  your  eye,  until  you  see  and 
feel  the  richness  of  the  tracery.  Note  the  pan- 
els, high  above  the  gate-ways,  with  allegorical 
figures  in  strong  relief  upon  their  shields.  Note, 
especially,  the  sculptured  groups,  which  occupy 
the  large  triangular  spaces  below. 

In  the  left-hand  group,  as  we  look  at  the 
building  from  the  western  side,  Jesus  is  seen, 
restoring  the  widow's  son  to  life.  Upon  the 
right  is  the  scene  of  his  own  entombment.  The 
raising  of  Lazarus  and  the  resurrection  of  our 
Lord,  are  the  subjects  presented  upon  the  other 
side  of  the  gate.  The  success  of  this  work 
may  not  strike  you  as  equal  throughout.  But 
in  each  of  these  groups  there  are  figures  which 
will   reward  a  careful   inspection.     Mark  the 


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different  postures  and  expression,  and  see  with 
what  fidelity  and  power,— grief  and  anxiety, 
wonder  and  terror,  are  here  portrayed  in  stone. 
None  can  doubt  that  the  memories  and  the 
associations,  which  the  sight  of  these  objects 
will  awaken,  are  highly  appropriate  to  such  a 
vestibule. 

The  material  employed  for  these  figures  is 
the  beautifully  tinted  Nova-Scotia  sandstone. 
The  credit  of  the  work-both  in  conception 
and  execution— is  due  to  Mr.  John  Moffit,  a 
young  artist  of  more  than  common  talent.  Nor 
should  the  architect  of  this  noble  edifice  be 
overlooked.  The  designs,  not  only  for  the 
structure  before  us,  but  for  all  the  buildings 
erected  by  the  corporation  since  the  opening  of 
the  Cemetery,  have  been  furnished  by  Richard 
Upjohn,  or  by  his  son  of  the  same  name. 


By  reference  to  the  map  you  will  perceive 
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tures  standing  on  the  east  of  the  gate-way: 
namely,  the  Porter's  Lodge,  the  Stable,  Tool- 
room, and  Store-house,  as  also,  the  residence 
of  the  Superintendent  of  Interments,  Mr.  Wil- 
liam Scrimgeour,  whose  connection  with  the 
Cemetery  dates  from  its  beginning. 

Let  us  now  set  out  upon  our  little  tour 
turning,  in  the  first  place,  to  the  right,  by 
Landscape  Avenue.  The  beautiful  knoll  upon 
our  right,  which  extends  to  the  Fifth  Avenue, 
has  not  been  lousy  graded,  and  is  yet  unsold. 
There  is  no  choicer  spot  in  all  the  ground. 

At  the  foot  of  this  slope  was  the  original 
entrance,  and  there  stood  the  first  structures 
erected  in  these  grounds, — gate — lodge — bell- 
tower — cottage, — all  in  rustic  style.  Yet,  sim- 
ple and  inexpensive  as  they  were,  they  possess- 
ed a  charm,  which  still  secures  to  them  a  place 
in  our  memory  and  affections. 


The  Ket  «i 
ERECTED  IN- 1643,  ENLARGE*; ; 


odge. 

,  ANTD  REMOVED  IN  1862. 


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Taking  the  first  left  hand  turn,  we  are  in 
Sycamore  Avenue.  A  monument  on  the  left, 
bears  the  name  of  Dixon  H.  Lewis. 

Mr.  Lewis  was,  for  many  yen-,  a  representa- 
tive in  Congress  from  Alabama,  being  a  senator 
at  the  time  of  his  death.  He  was  well  known 
as  the  "stout  gentleman,"  who  by  the  court esy 
of  the  House,  and  from  actual  necessity,  occu- 
pied two  seats.  As  a  statesman,  Mr.  Lewis 
was  able  and  useful — as  a  man,  good  humored, 
kind,  frank  and  sincere.  His  burial  here  is  due 
to  the  fact,  that  he  happened  to  die  in  New 
York,  and  that  he  had  previously  expressed  his 
admiration  of  Green-Wood. 

On  the  other  side  is  the  monument  of  the 
benevolent  John  B.  Graham,  and  beyond  and 
below  is  Arbor  Water,  one  of  the  smallest 
and  one  of  the  prettiest  of  the  Green-Wood 
lakelets.  In  plain  sight,  upon  Willow  Avenue 
and  Arbor  Water,  is  the  large  Receiving  Tomb 


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of  the  Cemetery.  This  Tomb  has  in  front,  a 
deep  open  vestibule,  where  funeral  services  are 
sometimes  performed,  when  the  weather  makes 
such  shelter  desirable.  The  door  admits  you  to 
a  spacious  aisle,  with  vaulted  apartments  on 
each  side.  These  apartments  contain  the  hori- 
zontal cells  in  which  the  coffins  are  placed. 
"They  are,  as  nearly  as  possible,  air-tight  re- 
ceptacles, closed  when  in  use  and  hermetically 
sealed. 99  Every  cell  is  numbered,  and  each  in- 
serted coffin  bears  a  metallic  tally  correspond- 
ing with  the  number  of  the  cell.  There  are 
three  hundred  and  sixty-one  of  these  cells. 

An  enlargement  of  the  Tomb,  on  the  south 
side,  is  now  in  progress,  wdiich  will  furnish 
accommodation  for  seven  hundred  and  fifty 
bodies  more. 

These  catacombs,  it  hardly  needs  be  said,  are 
not  intended  as  places  of  permanent  deposit. 
From  various  causes  the  instances  in  which  a 
temporary  accommodation  is  wanted,  are  quite 


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frequent,  and  this  subterraneous  caravansary 
never  lacks  guests.  Its  internal  regulations  and 
arrangements  are  all  in  keeping  with  the  whole 
character  of  this  well  managed  institution.  Were 
it  a  hospital  for  the  living,  instead  of  a  tran- 
sient asylum  for  the  dead,  it  could  hardly  be 
more  neatly  kept,  more  perfectly  aired,  or  more 
carefully  disinfected. 


Ascending    now    the    steep    bluff,   by  means 
of   Sycamore   Avenue,   we    pass,    on    the  left, 
several  neat  vault-fronts  of  recent  erection,  one 
of  which  has  the  name  of  Miguel  de  Aldama, 
an  exiled  Cuban.    Higher  up  is  Samuel  Bov  m/s 
obelisk  of  dark,  polished  granite.    Tapering  up- 
ward, in  a  series  of  slight  but  graceful  curves, 
this  structure  is  an  agreeable  deviation  from  the 
usual   stiffness    and    monotony   of  this  oft-re- 
peated monumental  form.    Now,  turning  to  the 
left  in  Bay  Side  Avenue,  pass  by  Schenk,  an 
altar-formed   monument  with    decorated  panels 
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not  only  for  the  sweet  expression  of  the  face, 
bat  for  a  peculiar  effect  of  the  declining  sun- 
light as  it  shines  through  the  veil  of  translucent 
marble, — still  along  Bay  Side  Avenue,  under 
and  around  Bay  Grove  Hill — taking  care  not 
to  lose  the  charming  picture  spread  out  below 
and  beyond  you  on  the  left. 

Here  you  are  in  Bay  Side  Dell.  Its  outer 
circle  is  lined  with  vaults,  and  Green-Wood  has 
very  few  older  tomb-fronts  than  those  of 
Cairns,  Davie,  Johnston,  and  others.  But  your 
eye  will  fasten  at  once  on  the  imposing  form 
oi  De  Witt  Clinton.  This  statue  of  a  truly 
great  man  claims  more  than  a  transient  glance. 
Take  your  position  somewhere  in  Sweetser's 
plot  among  the  marble  vases.  A  colossal  form 
should  be  looked  at  from  a  little  distance.  A 
short  contemplation  of  the  figure  before  us, 
will  well  repay  you.  You  may  safely  accept 
it  as  a  truthful  and  worthy  presentation  of 
the    man.     We   will    not    suppose    you,  good 


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friend,  so  green  as  to    know   nothing    of  the 
history  and  merits  of  De  Witt    Clinton.  We 
are  not  going   to   tell   here   what   he  accom- 
plished.   It  is  enough  to  remind  you  that  the 
great  Erie  Canal  owes  its  existence  to  his  sa- 
gacity and  his  energy.    That  canal  is,  indeed,  his 
best  monument.    Xow  go  close  up  and  study 
the  bronze  tablets  on  the  side  of  the  pedestal. 
Do  not  leave  them  till  their  whole  significance 
is  distinctly  seen.    -On  one  side  you  see  the 
canal  in  progress-the  survey,   the  excavation, 
the  teams,  etc.    Upon  the  other  side  the  canal 
is  in  full  operation.    The  bustling  scene  around 
the  boats  and    the  dock  is  happily  contrasted 
with  the  idle  group  of  Indians,  who  seem  to 
be  looking  in  sadness  on  the  enterprise,  before 
which   they  and   their  bark    canoes   are  fast 
fading  away." 

This  fine  statue  is  the  work  of  Henry  K. 
Brown,  and  has  the  honor  of  being  the  first 
really  successful  casting  of  bronze  in  the  statu- 


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ary  line  made  in  America.  The  cost  (about 
$15,000)  was  defrayed,  in  part,  by  private  sub- 
scription, and,  in  part,  by  Green-Wood  Cemetery. 
The  remains  of  the  illustrious  statesman  rest 
below. 

From  Bay  Side  Dell  cross  over  to  Battle 
Avenue  by  the  aid  of  Syeinga  Path,  and 
meet  your  carriage  at  the  junction  of  Battle 
and  Bay  View.  Thus  walking  you  pass  in 
sight  of  Johnson  and  Halsted's  twin-pillared 
monument — of  the  Rev.  Charles  C.  Boteford 
and  the  Rev.  J.  F.  Cox — of  the  "Equestrian" 
Spencer's  collection  of  marbles,  and  the  Tus- 
can Pastacaldi's  interesting  group.  In  Battle 
Avenue,  turn  to  the  left,  and  on  your  left 
mark  the  brown-stone  memorial  of  Colonel 
Charles,  who  fell  in  the  war  of  the  Rebellion — 
Mora's  polished  granite  cross,  and  the  tomb 
and  statuary  of  James  W.  Gerard.  Now  to 
the  right  in  Bay  View  Avenue,  and  stop  for 
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known  pianist  and  composer,  Louis  Moreau 
GtOttsc h a lk .  In  the  angel  and  its  book — the 
glazed  case  of  bead- work — and  the  box-planted 
area — read  the  evidences  of  sisterly  love  and 
sorrow. 

Still  on  and  up  through  Bat  View  to  Bat- 
tle Avenue,  and  now,  leaving  Dexike  and 
Lambert  on  your  right,  step  over  to  John  An- 
derson's sepulchral  home.  This  is  an  imitation, 
in  little,  of  an  Ionic  amphi-prostyle  temple.  Its 
heavy  masses  of  Quincy  stone  are  put  together 
in  a  compact  and  thorough  manner,  and  will 
stand  for  a^es.  Marble  statues  of  the  Evanare- 
lists  occupy  the  four  niches  of  this  structure. 
The  material  is  not  the  finest,  but  the  work  is 
good,  and  came  from  the  studio  of  Mr.  Mofiit. 
Study  them  a  little,  and  see  if  you  can  distin- 
guish Matthew  from  Mark— Luke  from  John. 
The  cost  of  the  edifice  was  $25,000 ;  the  name 

of  its  proprietor  is  familiar  to  countless  smokers 
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and  chewers :  the  builder  was  William  Pit- 
bladdo. 

Again  eastwardly  and  upward  by  Battle 
Avenue,  and  past  Verdant  and  Warrior 
Paths,  to  the  summit  of  Battle  Hill.  Fierce 
names  these  for  the  peaceful  abode  of  the 
dead.  But  the  scene  has  not  been  always  peace- 
ful. This  very  spot  was  once,  at  least,  disturb- 
ed by  the  noise  and  smoke  of  musketry  and  can- 
non— by  shouts,  and  groans  and  carnage.  From 
trees  which  stood  where  Ave  stand,  American 
sharp-shooters  took  deadly  aim  at  British  Officers, 
and  were,  themselves,  in  turn  brought  down. 
For  details  of  the  battle  of  Brooklyn,  fought 
August  27,  1770, — so  far  as  relates  to  the  fight 
near  Gowanus  Bay,  and  the  operations  of  Lord 
Stirling  and  General  Grant, — I  must  refer  you 
to  the  History  of  Green- Wood,  lately  published.* 

Here,  upon  our  left,  stands  the  granite  monu- 


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ment  of  Theodore  Haslehurst,  who  fell  in  the 
second  engagement  at  Bull  Run.  Beyond  Hasle- 
hurst is  the  pleasing  memorial  of  "  Our  Fred." 
The  little  school-boy  is  a  well  executed  figure  in 
high  relief.  And  near  this,  is  a  tree-trunk  imi- 
tated in  white  marble.  Upon  it  leans  a  cross, 
and  the  whole  is  over-spread  with  sculptured 
vines  and  flowers.  You  may  see  this  device  re- 
peated again  and  again  as  you  traverse  these 
grounds,  and  each  time,  probably,  with  dimin- 
ished gratification.  Simplicity  and  truth  in  art 
are  the  qualities  which  please  us  best  and  longest. 
Nearly  opposite  is  Batchelder's  Gate — a  re- 
markable work,  made  to  be  looked  at  only 
from  without.  A  little  to  the  left,  also,  upon 
Warrior  Path,  you  can  see  the  tall  column, 
which  commemorates  the  name  of  Colonel 
Abraham  S.  Vosburgii,  one  of  our  earliest 
martyrs  in  the  war  of  the  Rebellion. 

-  Your  eye  will  not  fail  to  rest,  for  an  instant, 
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massive  curb,  its  tall  and  well-wrought  central 
shaft — and  the  allegorical  statue  on  its  summit  ; 
— all  finely  executed  by  Moffit  in  imperishable 
granite. 

From  Fern'  Avenue  let  us  ascend  The  Pla- 
teau, and  taking  a  seat  on  the  solid  and  con- 
venient roof  of  Dubant's  Tomb,  look  around. 
Conspicuous  among  the  objects  near  at  hand,  is 
this  tall,  round  white  column,  with  dark,  me- 
tallic capital  and  festooned  bands.  It  was  erect- 
ed by  the  corporation  of  Xew  York,  professedly, 
in  honor  of  those  volunteer  soldiers  who  fell  in 
the  late  war.  Like  some  other  works  of  that 
famous  body,  it  is,  as  you  may  perceive,  unfin-4 
ished.  On  the  western  edge  of  the  Plateau 
rise  the  monuments  of  Woodruff,  Earle,  Smith 
and  Clark.  On  the  east,  we  have  Exos'  red 
granite  column.  Erving's  light-colored  granite, 
Larmande's  bronze  relievo  bust,  and  hooks  for 
mourning  wreaths,  Miller,  Dunn,  and  others. 

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what  higher.  Let  us  stand  for  one  moment  on 
this,  the  loftiest  spot  in  the  Cemetery.  No 
where  else  can  you  see  so  much,  or  look  so 
far.  On  the  western  side,  the  eye,  starting  from 
the  low  New  Jersey  shore,  readies  back  to  the 
Highlands  as  they  fade  away  in  the  azure  dis- 
tance, and  blend  with  the  dim  horizon.  On 
the  other  side,  stretches  far  away  the  coast  of 
Long  Island,  and  the  boundless  Ocean.  Nearer, 
and  just  below  us  are  the  green  slopes  of 
Staten  Island — the  little  bay  of  Gowanus,  and 
the  beautiful  harbor,  reaching  from  the  Narrows 
to  the  Battery,  covered  and  animated  with 
every  species  of  vessel  that  moves  by  oar,  or 
sail,  or  paddle,  or  screw-blade;  craft  of  all 
sizes,  from  shells  and  wherries  to  the  great 
leviathans  of  commerce,  and  the  mighty  war- 
ship,— bound  for,  or  come  from,  every  port  on 
the  globe. 

And  here  right  before  us  spreads  out  the 
vast  City,  with  its  million  of  human  beings. 
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tuous  whirl  and  roar  are  there!  A  short  hour 
ago,  perhaps,  you  were  looking  on  that  scene — 
felt  its  feverish  excitement— formed  a  part  of 
its  ever-hurrying  throng. 

Here  also  you  are  in  the  midst  of  a  multi- 
tude—the vast  concourse  of  the  dead.  Could 
contrast  show  itself  in  stronger  colors!  Here 
are  feet  which  once  trod  that  well-worn  pave- 
ment,— hearts  which  throbbed  as  thousands  still 
throb  in  the  strife  for  gain,  or  in  the  chase  of 
pleasure, — and  heads  which  used  to  toil  and 
ache  as  ours  yet  ache  and  toil.  Those  restless 
feet— those  bounding  pulses — those  anxious  brains 
— how  still  they  lie  below  us  now !  But  have 
they  not  a  voice?  Let  us  tread  softly  here, 
and  listen  as  we  go. 

A  few  steps  taken  in  Orchard  Path,  will 
place  you  before  the  monument  of  Griffith  B. 
Thomas — a  well  executed  piece  of  sculpture. 
It  is  a  more  questionable  taste  which  dictated 
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As  you  return  to  Burnham,  look  into  Du- 
rant's  spacious  vault,  where  you  will  see  bur- 
nished columns— marble  statues — and  two  an- 
gelic forms  holding  a  crown.  In  case  the  sun 
is  shining  at  the  time,  these  figures  will  seem 
to  be  illumined  by  some  supernal  and  myste- 
rious glory. 

Again  we  are  in  Battle  Avenue,  passing 
near  the  Pilot's  monument  with  its  marine 
emblems — by  Seymour's  plot,  full  of  sculptured 
headstones,  by  the  large,  granite,  globe-crowned 
pillar  of  Edwards, — to  Atlantic  Avenue.  C, 
Griffith's  lot,  delineated  on  the  map,  is  near 
the  junction,  and  its  small  monument  is  one  of 
the  attractions  of  these  attractive  grounds.  It 
is  an  attempt  to  depict  in  stone  a  little  scene 
of  domestic  life.  There  is  a  modest  house-front. 
Mr.  Griffith  has  just  come  out,  and,  with  coat 
on  arm,  has  readied  the  sidewalk,  evidently 
bound  for  the  Sixtli  Avenue  horse-car,  which 
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stands  on  the  lowest  door-step  uttering  her 
fund  farewell. 

Now  go  west  by  Atlantic  to  Highland 
Avenue,  by  Sturtevant,  Goadby,  Hoppock  and 
Van  Wa<,e\en,  and  by  the  grave  of  one  who 
served  his  country  on  the  sea,  Captain  James 
T.  Leonard  of  the  Navy.  Not  far  to  the 
right,  upon  Highland  Avenue,  are  several 
lowly  graves,  one  of  which  has  a  small  head- 
stone, while  the  others  are  designated  by 
boards.  Twenty-three  years  ago  the  tenants  of 
this  now  neglected  spot,  having  lost  their  lives 
in  the  public  service,  during  our  war  with 
Mexico,  were  brought  to  Xew  York,  and  were 
buried  with  all  the  pomp  of  civic  and  military 
display.  A  distinguished  civilian,  and  two  Doc- 
tors in  Divinity,  pronounced  funeral  orations 
over  the  brave  departed.  Was  that  imposing 
pageant  the  mark  of  real  respect  and  regard? 
Were  those  eulogies  sincere  ?  Why  then  does 
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ground? — no  stone  preserve  the  record  of  their 
names  and  deeds  ?  Their  names,  at  least,  this 
page  shall  give.  Colonel  Charles  Baxter; 
Captain  Barclay  ;  Lieutenants  Gallagher, 
Klelne,  Floyd,  Boyle  and  Alexander  S. 
Forbes.* 

Here,  on  the  right,  is  the  large  round  plot 
of  David  Leavitt.  It  has  recently  been  sur- 
rounded by  a  massive  curb,  and  dignified  by 
an  imposing  central  monument  of  the  polished 
Scotch  granite. 

Turning  at  section-post  107,  walk  a  little 
way  up  Battle  Avenue,  and  give  a  moment 
to  the  monument  which  has  just  been  placed 
over  the  vault  of  James  Gordon  Bennett. 
Here,  an  angel  holds,  fondly  and  gracefully,  a 
little  angel  newly  fledged.  The  bereaved  mo- 
ther kneels  below.    The  design   is   tasteful  and 

*  The  remains  of  Captain  Pearson  and  Lieutenant  Chandler  have 
been  removed  by  friends  into  private  lots,  and  their  places  tilled  by 
members  of  the  regiment  who  have  since  died. 

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the  execution  very  fine.  It  almost  grieves  us 
to  see  such  material  and  such  work  subjected 
to  atmospheric  influences  so  malign  as  ours. 

From  Highland  Avenue,  turn  again  into 
Battle  Avenue,  at  section-post  91.  The  large 
plot  enclosed  by  an  evergreen  hedge  is  owned 
by  the  family  of  Mr.  Benjamin  L.  Swan.  Mr. 
Swan  was  for  many  years  one  of  the  Vice-Pres- 
idents of  the  American  Bible  Society,  and  ac- 
tively engaged  in  promoting  its  interests. 

Follow  Battle  Avenue,  as  it  skirts  the  base 
of  Chestnut  Hill,  and  until  it  meets  Green- 
bough  Avenue,  or  reach  that  point  more 
agreeably  by  means  of  Moss-bank  Path.  Here 
is  the  monument  of  Charlotte  Canda.  Among 
the  numerous  objects  of  attraction  in  Green- 
Wood,  this  structure  was  for  many  years  u  the 
observed  of  all  observers."  Nor  is  this  strange. 
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its  surroundings: — the  richness  and  variety  of  its 
sculpture — the  minuteness  and  elaborate  finish  of 
its  innumerable  details,  together  with  its  lavish 
cost — excited  wonder  even  more  than  admira- 
tion. New  monuments  and  structures  not  less 
costly  than  the  Cauda  mausoleum,  are  getting 
to  be  common  in  the  Cemetery,  and  this  mar- 
vel of  other  days  has  lost  something  of  its  im- 
portance. 

M.  Cauda  was  a  native  of  France.  He.  was 
an  officer  in  the  army  of  Napoleon,  and  after 
Waterloo,  came  to  the  United  States.  Here  he 
married  a  French  Lady,  and  with  her  coopera- 
tion opened  in  New  York  a  school  for  young 
ladies,  which  became  very  successful.  Charlotte, 
their  only  child,  had  grown  into  womanhood, 
admired  by  all  for  her  attainments  and  accom- 
plishments— beloved  by  all  for  her  sweetness 
and  goodness.  In  the  evening  of  her  seven- 
teenth birthday,  (February  3,  1845,)  "as  she 
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enjoyments  of  a  small  party  of  friends,  they 
stopped  upon  the  way  to  leave  a  young  com- 
panion. Mr.  Cauda  attended  the  lady  to  the 
door,  his  daughter  remaining   in  the  carriage. 

ring  tins  brief  absence,  the  driver,  who  was 
standing  on  the  sidewalk,  dropped  his  reins  for 
an  instant,  and  the  horses  suddenly  started  off. 
As  the  carriage  turned  into  Broadway,  Miss 
Canda  fell  through  the  open  door,  so  that  the 
back  of  her  head  struck  the  pavement.  She 
was  taken  up  insensible,  conveyed  to  a  hotel 
near,  and  soon  expired." 

In  this  blight  of  their  fondest  affections  and 
hopes,  the  bereaved  parents  found  a  partial 
solace  in  the  erection  and  adornment  of  this 
remarkable  memorial.  "  The  idea  of  this  mon- 
ument, in  its  general  outline  and  essential  fea- 
tures, was  conceived  and  sketched  by  Miss 
Canda  herself.  It  was  meant  as  a  tribute  to  a 
beloved  aunt,  whose  death  occurred  a  few  months 
before  her  own.    To  carry  out  her  own  happy 


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thought — to  enrich  it  with  the  utmost  variety 
and  elegance  of  detail— to  place  around  her,  in 
death,  the  roses,  the  flowers,  the  buds  which 
she  loved,  and  the  wreaths,  which  in  life  so 
often  adorned  her;  more  than  all,  to  blend 
with  this  story  of  deepest  grief,  the  emblems 
of  that  christian  faith  and  hope,  which  their 
daughter  cherished,  and  which  were  their  own 
best  comfort,  was  long  the  sad  pleasure  of  her 
mourning  parents. 

If  the  visitor  can  spare  a  few  minutes  to  ex- 
amine this  extraordinary  piece  of  work,  he  will 
find  no  part  of  it  without  some  special  signifi- 
cance. The  statue  in  the  niche,  was  meant  for 
a  likeness,  though  it  bears  only  a  tolerable  re- 
semblance to  Miss  Canda.  Roses  and  ivy,  the 
lily  and  the  jessamine,  hang  in  profusion  from 
the  mouldings  and  pendentives  of  the  arches. 
The  cypher  "  0.0."  upon  the  shield  is  formed 
of  seventeen  rose-buds.  Mingled  with  lilies, 
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piece,  you  see  the  palm  and  the  acanthus.  Those 
two  buttresses  are  just  seventeen  feet  high. 
Each  finial  of  the  sixteen  gablets  ou  the  lateral 
facades  is  a  bunch  of  flowers,  and  each  bunch 
has  seventeen  roses. 

An  oblong  space  in  front  of  the  statue  and 
immediately  over  the  vault,  is  surrounded  by  a 
balustrade,  and  forms  a  sort  of  parvis  or  porch 
to  the  monument.  A  monumental  slab  occu- 
pies the  middle  of  this  space,  having  at  its 
head  an  urn,  with  books  and  instruments  of 
music  and  of  drawing,  scattered  around.  Above 
the  pilasters  outside,  and  upon  the  rose  and 
jessamine  branches,  which  adorn  the  frieze  of 
the  balustrade,  you  may  see  perched  the  little 
birds  which  were  so  dear  to  the  once  fair  ten- 
ant of  this  tomb.  These  flenrs-de-lys  upon  the 
panels  proclaim  her  French  descent.  The  but- 
terfly above  the  cloud,  and  repeated  elsewhere, 
betokens  the  soul,  released  and  ascending.  Each 
one  of  the  four  tripods  which  you  see,  all  cov- 


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ered  with  floral  offerings,  employed  a  skillful 
workman  many  months,  and  would  alone  be 
elsewhere  a  rich  monument.  Those  winded  hV- 
ures  on  the  granite  blocks,  "may  be  regarded 
as  guardian  angels  waiting  to  convey  the  liber- 
ated soul  to  the  abodes  of  the  blessed."  Even 
the  iron  railing  is  flowery,  and,  better  still, 
real  roses  and  living  forget-me-nots,  are  care- 
fully cherished  within. 

Although  such  portions  of  the  structure  and 
appendages  as  can  be  covered  by  boxing,  have 
had  this  protection  in  the  winter-time,  we  have 
seen  blackness  gradually  spread  over  the  once 
spotless  marble,  until  its  beauty  was  sadly 
marred.  It  has,  indeed,  been  thoroughly  cleaned 
and  renewed.  But  the  thought  will  intrude 
that  the  day  is  not  very  distant,  when  a  care 
so  expensive  must  cease  to  be  exercised.  The 
probable  aspect,  thirty  years  hence,  not  only  of 
the  Canda  Mausoleum,  but  of  much  other  sculp- 
tured and  costly  marble  in  the  Cemetery,  is  not 


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a  pleasant  contemplation.  Bronze,  granite,  sand- 
stone may  look  plain  and  homely  beside  the 
snow-white  statue  fresh  from  the  artist's  hands. 
Would  it  not  be  wise  to  consider  how  they  are 
likely  to  compare,  when  twenty  of  our  northern 
winters  shall  have  passed  over  them  '.J 


The  headstone  directly  before  the  gate  has 
a  poetic  inscription  which  was  written  for  it. 
As  one-half  of  the  epitaph  is  on  the  further 
side,  we  repeat  it  here. 


So  vanishes  that  meteor  fair, 
The  morning  cloud  in  empty  air: 
So  flits  on  vapory  wing  away, 
The  diamond  dew-drop  from  the  spray  ; 
So  fades— so  falls— the  opening  rose, 
Snapped,  timelessly,  before  it  blows ; 
So  sinks  from  sight,  eve's  golden  star, 
Lost  in  the  watery  depths  afar. 
Yet  still  does  the  bright  planet  burn ; 
Not  hopeless  is  our  Charlotte's  urn  ; 
In  God's  own  morn  her  orb  will  rise, 
Once  more— a  Star  of  Paradise. 


Before  you  turn  into  Green-bough  Avenue, 
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the  resting-place  of  Chester  Jennings,  long 
and  well  known  as  landlord  of  the  City  Hotel 
in  Xew  York.  In  Green-bough,  yon  will  pass 
the  round  lot  of  G.  Brodie,  with  its  marble 
obelisk  (see  map)  and  may  see  in  the  rear  the 
fine  tomb  of  Jasper  Grosvenor. 

Now  by  Orr,  Cooke,  Douglass  and  Eliza 
Willi  ams'  monumental  angel,  till  we  come 
again  into  Atlantic  Avenue,  and  leaving 
Mulberry  Hill  and  Meadow  Avenue  on  out- 
right, pass  up  by  Meadow  Hill.  In  an  oval 
lot  on  this  mound,  stands,  half  hidden  by  the 
foliage,  a  bronze  statue,  the  work  of  Henry  K. 
Brown.  In  this  expressive  form  we  may  fancy 
an  embodiment  of  christian  faith.  It  will  bear 
examination,  and  should  be  looked  at  from  every 
side.  This  monument  is  commemorative  of  Wil- 
liam Satterlee  Packer,  whose  widow,  carry- 
ing out  the  unfulfilled  purpose  of  her  husband, 
endowed  the  Packer  Institute  in  Brooklyn,  and 
thus  made  the  name  a  praise  fur  all  coming 
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Still  along  Atlantic  Avenue  by  Matthew 
Morgan's  long,  family-row  of  sepulchral  homes, 
which  we  leave  on  our  left,  and  by  Twilight 
Dell,  which  lies  below  us  on  the  right,  we 
come  to  Grassy  Path,  on  which  stands  the  tall 
granite  shaft  of  Herman  Thorn.  Mr.  Thorn 
lived  long  in  Paris,  but  spent  his  last  years  in 
New  York.  In  both  cities  he  was  well-known 
as  a  man  of  large  means  and  large  expense — a 
leader  in  the  circles  of  elegant  fashion. 

Upon  the  left,  as  we  proceed,  and  stretching 
westward  almost  to  the  outer  boundary  of  the 
ground,  rises  the  Hill  of  Graves.  Of  several 
tracts  in  Green- Wood,  which  have  been  suc- 
cessively set  apart  for  those  who  apply,  not 
for  lots,  but  for  graves  only,  this  is  the  lar- 
gest, and  large  as  it  is,  it  is  nearly  all  occu- 
pied. You  will  acknowledge,  I  think,  that 
there  is  something  peculiarly  impressive  in  those 
long  rows  of  grassy  mounds,  so  regularly  and 
thickly  set.    Specially  touching  is  the  aspect  of 


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those  shorter  heaps  which  tell  us  how  many 
are  cut  off  in  the  very  morning  of  life.  These 
unshaded,  undecorated,  monotonous  plantations 
of  the  great  reaper,  may  have  but  small  attrac- 
tion for  the  visitor,  in  this  pleasant  Cemetery. 
But  many  a  mourner  is  seen  lingering  there, 
and  evidences  not  a  few,  of  love  and  grief — 
humble  indeed,  but  none  the  less  sincere  — ave 
to  be  found  among  those  grassy  mounds. 

The  Soldiers'  Lot  which  lies  next  upon  our 
left,  is  ground  appropriated  by  the  Directors  in 
1862,  for  the  gratuitous  interment  of  any  New 
York  soldiers,  who  should  die  in  their  country's 
service,  during  the  war  then  raging.  As  com- 
pared with  the  whole  number  of  such  deaths, 
the  interments  made  here  were  very  few. 

The  generous  offer  of  the  Cemetery  Gover- 
nors, did  not  happen  to  chime  exactly  with 
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who  governed  the  City  of  New  York,  in 
those  memorable  years  of  trial  and  of  sacrifice. 

From  section-post  103  to  Central  Avenue, 
by  the  Rev.  John  Gbay's  altar-formed  monu- 
ment, turning  to  the  right  in  Centeal,  by  the 
ground  of  Petee  IIoeft,  and  by  the  crosses  in 
Weaver's  plot,  till  you  reach  Dell  Avenue. 
Here  Ciiauncey's  large  octagonal  structure  will 
claim  a  passing  notice.  Before  descending  into 
Forest  Dell,  look  at  the  small  headstone  on 
your  left,  which  marks  the  grave  of  two  chil- 
dren, who  bore  the  name  of  Wheeler.  It  will 
pay  you  to  examine  it.  The  modest  sandstone, 
with  all  its  mouldings  and  volutes,  is  beautifully 
decorated  with  lichens.  You  will  perceive  that' 
this  graceful  adornment  covers  every  part,  ex- 
cepting the  sunken  and  inscribed  tablet.  This 
is  just  as  one  would  wish  to  have  it.  Ylay  we 
not  learn,  from  even  this  small  memorial,  a 
useful  lesson  in  regard  to  the  proper  style  for 
monumental  sandstone  ? 


"Oozzewt" 


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On  the  right,  as  we  pass  into  Forest  Dell, 
glance  at  the  monument  of  Aerinda  L'Amour- 
eux,  and  see  that  there  is,  at  least,  one  serious 
objection  to  recumbent  statuary,  when  placed  as 
this  is  placed.  From  Dell  Avenue  by  Oak 
Leaf,  up  Dell  Wood  and  Laburnum  Paths 
to  the  monument  of  Dr.  Samuel  Latham  Mit- 
chell. A  famous  name  this,  some  forty  years 
ago.  Then  Dr..  Mitchell  was  the  great  savant 
of  New  York.  He  was  a  lecturer — he  was  a  jour- 
nalist— he  was  a  corresponding  member  of  many 
learned  societies  abroad.  Debatable  points  in 
chemistry — in  mineralogy — in  zoology — were  re- 
ferred to  him  for  solution,  and  he  was  not  slow 
to  answer.  In  one  instance  all  Gotham  was  as- 
tonished, if  not  shocked,  by  his  oracular  decision 
that  the  whale  is  not  a  fish.  The  wits  of  that 
day  (see  Halleck  and  others)  took  advantage  of 
his  easy  nature,  and  made  him,  at  times,  the 
subject  of  their  raillery.  Notwithstanding  this, 
the  Doctor,  who  was  a  Senator  as  well  as 
Savant,  deserved  well  of  his  country,  and  well 


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of  American  learning,  then  passing  through  its 
day  of  small  things.  Let  us  keep  his  name 
from  oblivion,  if  we  can. 

Look  now  at  his  monument:  that  sculptured 
form  "  is  the  Historic  Muse,  and  so  calmly 
does  she  seem  to  sit  in  the  tranquil  shade — 
that  you  might  fancy  her  the  embodied  spirit 
of  the  Dell.  Draw  nearer:  the  design  and  the 
work  will  bear  examining.  The  classic  contour 
of  the  face  and  figure — the  easy  and  graceful 
attitude — and  the  expression,  so  quiet  and  con- 
templative— all  indicate  the  hand  and  eye  of  a 
master."  This  statue  came  from  the  Studio  of 
Mr.  Henry  Kirke  Brown. 

That  small  Grecian  structure  a  little  farther 
on,  which  gives  us  some  faint  idea  of  the 
Choragic  Monument  at  Athens,  was  reared  to 
the  memory  of  William  Axson  Lawrence — a 
native  of  New  York  and  a  partner  in  the  house 
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drowned  (1844)  in  the  Chinese  waters.  This 
memorial  was  reared  by  his  friends — a  genuine 
tribute  of  love  and  esteem. 

Again  in  Dell  Avenue  we  pass  near  the 
plot  and  monument  of  Sylvanus  Miller,  long 
known  in  the  political  annals  of  the  State,  and 
for  many  years  Surrogate  of  the  City  of  New 
York. 

Two  marble  busts  and  other  carved  work  oc- 
cupy the  ground  of  T.  P.  Norris,  and  near  it 
is  the  once  snowy  marble  which  bears  the  name 
of  Caroline  Laura  Mitchell. 

Still  on  by  Dell  Avenue,  through  Sections 
seventy- seven  and  seventy-three,  until  you  reach 
South- Wood  Avenue.  Here  take  the  left  and 
soon  enter  Oak-Wood,  also  on  the  left,  (section 
seventy-six).  Very  few,  I  am  sure,  will  ever 
pass  along  this  route,  to  whom  it  will  not  be 
pleasant  to  know,  that  there,  upon  the  left,  is 


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the  ground  selected  by  that  eminent  American 
orator  and  preacher,  Henry  Ward  Beecher. 
Here  too,  you  pass  the  Lot  of  Samuel  Ward, 
and  John  Ward,  once  distinguished  bankers  of 
New  York. 

From  Oak- Wood  Avenue,  near  the  section- 
post  of  seventy-six,  we  turn  to  the  right  into 
Birch  Avenue,  going  between  Oak  Hill  and 
Ever-green  Ridge.  John  Henry's  monument 
on  the  left  of  Birch  has  some  sculpture,  the 
meaning  of  which  you  must  decipher. 

Turn  to  the  right,  down  Acorn  Path  and 
across  Ever-green,  and  look  at  Cozzen's  modest 
memorial.  Here  he  laid  away  his  Marion. 
The  epitaph  gives  her  name  alone,  and  the  date 
of  her  decease.  But  there  is  more  here.  On 
an  inserted  tablet  of  the  purest  marble,  behold 
her  on  the  way  to  a  brighter  world  than  ours. 
Her  face  and  the  face  of  her  angel  guide  re- 
flect only  love  and  peace.     The  sweet  expres- 


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sion— the  graceful  form  and  pose  of  the  figures 
— the  delicate  drapery — and  the  perfect  finish — 
make  this  little  bit  of  sculpture  an  ever  fresh 
delight.  It  is  marvellous  that  it  endures  ex- 
posure so  well.  It  would  probably  have  been 
otherwise  had  it  continued,  as  at  first,  to  face 
the  north.  It  is  from  the  chisel  of  H.  K. 
Browne. 

Now  in  Central  Avenue  where  we  leave 
on  our  right,  the  large  inclosure  of  Samuel  and 
William  Shepard  Wetmore,  great  East  In- 
dia merchants,  and  by  the  circular  lot  em- 
bowered in  willows,  which  bears  the  name  of 
Peter  Cooper,  a  man  who  has  insured  for 
himself  an  undying  remembrance,  among  the 
great  benefactors  of  this  benevolent  age,— into 
Grove  Avenue  (one  hundred  and  one)  where 
we  take  the  left,  passing  on  the  right,  John 
Targee,  once  a  man  of  note  in  political  circles 
and  warm  party  times;  by  Coleman,  and  Petti- 
grew,  and  Houghton,  whose  epitaph  you  may 
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read — if  you  can — and  by  the  round  plot  and 
tall  Grecian  column  of  Lilienthal — name  once 
dear  to  lovers  of  the  Indian  weed. 

Still  by  Grove  Avenue  and  around  Syca- 
more Grove,  where  we  turn  to  the  right.  A 
tall  obelisk  on  the  left  bears  the  name  of  the 
Rev.  Benjamin  C.  Cutler,  for  many  years, 
the  much-loved  rector  of  St.  Ann's  Church, 
Brooklyn.  Henry  Ruggles  is  opposite,  with 
his  marble  and  colossal  presentment  of  the 
young  and  praying  Samuel,  and  with  a  remark- 
able stanza  from  Dr.  Watts. 

That  square  marble  building  somewhat  like 
a  summer-house,  is  the  monument  of  H.  Derby- 
shire. Ostrander's  urn-crowned  monument  is 
on  the  rigHt.  The  round  columnar  edifice  of 
conspicuous  aspect  belongs  to  Arnold,  a  well- 
known  dry-goods  merchant  of  New  York. 


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lantic  Avenue,  through  sections  one  hundred 
and  eighteen  and  one  hundred.  Our  way  is  lin- 
ed with  tomb  fronts,  some  of  which  are  peculiar. 
Here  are  Gibbet,  Burtis,  Hall,  Ebaugh— note 
the  open  book— Riley,  Kinner,  and  Cox.  A 
number  of  monumental  stones  mark  the  plot  of 
R.  M.  Blatchford.  Here,  also,  are  Davidson, 
Hutchinson,  Eggleston,  Swift,  and  Vallance. 
On  the  left,  also,  and  near  the  summit  of  Ocean 
Hill,  stands  the  memorial  of  Brockholst  Liv- 
ingston a  great  man  in  his  day— and  a  Judge 
of  the  highest  court  in  our  country.  The  neat 
classical  epitaph  does  only  justice  to  his  emi- 
nent ability,  eloquence,  learning,  and  goodness. 
He  died  in  1823. 

Below  us  on  the  western  slope  are  the  grounds 
of  the  well-known  banker,  George  Newbold 
—of  the  merchant  and  philanthropist,  Henry 
Grinnell— and  of  the  merchant  and  Mayor, 
Ambrose  C.  Kingsland.  Of  these  Newbold. 
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poses  the  Christian  merchant,  Jonathan  Good- 
hue—much  honored  name  ! 

Of  the  many  and  varied  sepulchral  edifices 
in  these  grounds,  no  other  is  so  conspicuous  as 
the  monument  of  Stephen  Whitney  ; — a  dis- 
tinction which  it  owes,  in  part,  to  its  size — 
still  more  to  its  position.  The  vault  is  beneath 
the  floor.  The  interior  is  a  sort  of  chapel  and 
may  be  seen  partially,  at  least,  through  the 
grated,  inner  door.  The  lofty  room  is  lighted 
by  windows  of  colored  and  pictured  glass.  There 
is  nothing  which  indicates  the  intended  use  of 
this  apartment.  It  may  be  designed  to  receive 
the  busts  and  statues  of  the  family.  The  blue 
stone  employed  in  this  imposing  structure,  is 
hard,  durable,  and  appropriate.  But  the  trim- 
mings, copings,  and  bands  of  soft  Caen  lime- 
stone are  greatly  disintegrated,  and  will  soon 
involve  this  expensive  structure  in  disgraceful 
ruin.  It  is  well  to  learn  that  there  are  building- 
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one  can  regret  that  an  experiment  so  conclu- 
sive, is  made  by  those  who  need  not  feel  the 
cost. 

Though  Mr.  Whitney  was  so  long  connected 
with  Green-Wood,  and  early  chose  the  spot 
where  he  was  to  lie,  he  left  it  for  the  heirs 
of  his  immense  estate  to  build  this  magnificent 
tomb.* 

Just  beyond  Wihtney  on  the  right  is  the  lot 
of  James  Boon  man.  Rufus  Prime's  monument 
is  on  the  left,  an  obelisk  of  dark  polished  stone, 
while  the  Aymar  family  ground  is  marked  by 
a  showy,  marble  monument  in  the  Gothic  style. 
In  the  plot  adjoining  Doorman's,  stands  the 
monument  of  Peter  W.  Radcliffe,  a  lawyer 
and  jurist  of  distinction  in  his  day.  Look  at 
both  sides  of  the  stone.  Beyond  this,  upon  the 
right,  you  pass  by  the  ground  of  William  E. 


*  Since  these  remarks  were  penned,  the  owners  have  determined  to 
rebuild  this  structure,  and  to  substitute  granite  in  all  portions  where 
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Dodge,  a  man  of  large  means  and  larger  heart. 
On  the  right,  also,  a  little  to  the  left  of  Sarah 
Cleveland  Porter's  brown-stone  monument, 
and  lower  on  the  hill-side,  stands  a  marble  obe- 
lisk, truncated  and  capped,  with  an  anchor  in 
relief  upon  its  eastern  side.  For  nearly  fifty- 
years,  Isaac  McKeever  was  an  officer  in  the 
Navy  of  the  United  States,  and  left,  behind  him 
in  that  noble  service,  not  one  more  brave,  or 
faithful,  or  humane. 

Farther  on,  upon  the  same  side,  you  will  see 
the  name  of  David  Abeel,  the  devoted  mission- 
ary, and  American  pioneer  of  christian  effort  in 
China. 

The  charm  of  this  beautiful  hill  was  early 
felt,  and  its  ground  was  soon  taken.  Some  of 
its  monuments  are  among  the  oldest  in  Green- 
Wood,  nor  are  there,  perhaps,  even  amid  the 
costly  and  elegant  erections  of  a  later  time,  any 
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superior  to  the  brown  stone  monuments  of  At- 
wateb,  Cleavllaxd  and  Kixgslaxd,  near  the 
junction  of  Atlantic  and  Ocean  Avenues,  and 
of  Nobbis,  a  little  farther  west.  The  large  and 
elaborate  altar-tomb  near  the  same  corner,  is 
the  family  vault  of  the  Cornells,  an  old  and 
respectable  Long  Island  name.  An  aged  and 
venerable  lady,  whose  remains  now  moulder  in 
the  vault  beneath  our  feet,  once  gave  to  the 
writer  of  these  pages  an  interesting  account  of 
the  scene  exhibited  in  the  summer  of  1776, 
when  the  British  forces  landed  at  Xew  Utrecht, 
and  deployed  their  scarlet  lines,  and  pitched 
their  white  tents,  in  full  view  from  her  lather's 
door.  She  was  then  a  very  young  girl,  and 
from  her  description  I  could  not  doubt  that  she 
highly  enjoyed  the  spectacle.  From  other  lips 
I  learned  that  before  the  war  was  over,  she 
married  an  officer  in  the  Hessian  artillery  ser- 
vice, and  that  old  folks  could  tell  a  long  ro- 
mantic story  of  love,  separation,  and  sorrow, 
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ily,  and  had  numerous  sons  and  daughters. 
Often,  when  standing  on  this  spot,  I  have  re- 
called that  ancient  dame,  and  her  vivid  narra- 
tive, and  looking  down  on  New  Utrecht  and 
the  Flatlands,  it  has  required  no  great  effort  of 
fancy  to  see  the  great  war  ships — the  boats — 
the  landing — the  tents — the  banners — the  red- 
coated  regiments — which  made  the  scene  below 
this  hill  so  picturesque  and  lively,  ninety-six 
years  ago. 

A  little  way  north  from  the  Cornell  tomb 
rises  a  tall,  strong  monument  of  granite.  "The 
form,  the  solidity,  the  height,  and  the  material 
combine  to  make  this  one  of  the  most  remark- 
able monuments  in  Green- Wood."  It  bears 
the  name  of  David  Hale — founder  and  editor 
of  the  Journal  of  Commerce,  a  man  of  marked 
character,  and  of  no  little  note  in  his  day. 

This  beautiful  swell  of  ground  is  on  the 
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thirds  of  the  way  across.  It  is  of  elongated 
form,  and  rises  sharply  from  the  lower  level,  es- 
pecially on  the  western  side.  The  view  which 
it  commands,  is  one  of  great  extent  and* of  re- 
markable beauty.  On  the  left,  and  toward  the 
east,  if  the  envious  foliage  does  not  interfere, 
you  may  see  the  pleasant  village  of  Flatbush. 
Immediately  beyond  the  green  tree-tops  which 
spread  out  below  you,  and  which  shade  the 
eastern  end  of  the  Cemetery,  the  eye  ranges  from 
Flatbush,  through  New  Utrecht  to  the  sea,  over 
a  level  tract  of  farming  land,  charmingly  varie- 
gated with  wood,  meadow,  and  green  of  every 
tint  and  shade,  and  dotted  all  the  way  with 
white  cottage-homes.  Outside  of  these,  as  if  to 
protect  them  from  the  cold  sea-blasts,  a  dense 
belt  of  wood  lifts  its  wall  of  verdure.  Beyond 
this — beyond  the  whole — stretching  from  Sandy- 
Hook  to  Rockaway,  and  further  still,  lies  the 
Ocean,  with  bays,  inlets,  and  islands,  with  smoke- 
wreathed  steamers,  snow-white  sails,  and  every 
thing,  indeed,  that  makes  it  now  grand,  now 

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From  Atlantic  Avenue  (Section  one-hundred 
and  twenty)  turn  sharply  round  into  Ocean 
Avenue.  Conspicuous  here  is  the  tomb  of  Da- 
vid Sutton,  with  facade  and  obelisk  of  white 
marble.  On  another  marble  monument,  massive 
and  good-looking,  you  will  see  the  name  of 
Scmieffelen.  E.  Fitch  Smith,  lawyer  and  judge, 
has  also  a  marble  memorial — a  -flattened,  taper- 
ing, cylindrical  column,  in  several  pieces,  and  a 
head  seen  in  profile.  The  supplicating  young 
Samuel  is  upon  the  ground  of  George  Parker. 
Upon  our  left,  near  section-post  ninty-nine,  and 
on  Aurora  Path,  stands  the  monument  of  Dud- 
ley A.  Tyng,  a  neat  and  plain  sand-stone  cross. 
This  young  man  was  the  eldest  son  of  Rev.  Dr. 
S.  H.  Tyng,  the  well  known  Rector  of  Saint 
George's  in  New  York.  His  untimely  death 
was  occasioned  by  an  accident.  His  dying  in- 
junction, "Stand  up  for  Jesus!"  is  graven  on 
the  stone. 

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of  the  hill,  and  due  south  from  Whitney,  you 
pass  the  tomb  and  front  lot  of  Dr.  Valentine 
Mott.  Dr.  Mott's  eminence,  as  a  surgical  ope- 
rator, lecturer,  and  writer,  will  long  be  remem- 
bered. You  will  find  some  attractive  sculpture 
within  this  inclosure. 

Turn  now  upon  the  left,  into  Vine  Ave- 
nue, (Section  one  hundred  and  sixty,)  and  stop 
before  the  monuments  of  Scribner  and  Cran- 
ston. The  former  is  an  open,  circular,  peristyle 
structure  of  eight  marble  pillars,  which  support 
a  canopy  or  roof  of  the  same  material,  and  rest 
on  an  octangular  base  of  granite.  The  marble 
statue,  of  rather  more  than  life  size,  is  intended 
probably  as  a  representation  of  Hope.  A  star 
is  on  her  brow,  and  she  holds  to  the  anchor 
by  a  bit  of  chain.  An  eight-sided  pedestal  of 
dark-colored  marble  supports  the  statue.  Its 
inscriptions  tell  us  that  Abraham  S.  Scribner 
was  a  native  of  Danbury,  Connecticut;  that  he 
died  May  18,  1860;  and  that  his  wife  Zillah 


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died  on  the  first  of  April,  1854.    On  the  same 
pedestal,  four  well  executed   tablets  depict  in 
low  relief,  the  great  events  of  Christ's  History. 
Upon  the  western  front  is  seen  the  Nativity ; 
on  the  south  side,  the  Crucifixion  ;  then  comes 
-the  Resurrection,  and  last  the  Ascension.  The 
whole  of  the  marble  work  was  done  in  Italy, 
and  the  carver  of  the  statue  has  put  his  name 
at   the   foot.    "  Profre.    Giusepe  Lazerini,  fece 
Carrara,    1860."     This   elaborate   work   in  its 
passage   from   Europe   to   America,  was  ship- 
wrecked twice. 

A  marble  statue  in  sitting  posture  occupies 
the  summit  of  Cranston's  large  marble  column. 

From  this  point  proceed  eastwardly  along  Cy- 
press Avenue,  and  enjoy  the  view  of  Ocean 
Hill,  as  its  southern  declivity  rises  high  upon 
your  left.  With  its  monuments  and  tomb-fronts 
its  verdant  slopes  and  noble  trees,  all  basking 
in  the  sunshine,  it  forms  a  picture  of  transcen- 
dant  beauty. 


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Near  the  junction  of  Cypress  and  Border, 
stands  the  plain  headstone  of  Ormsbt  McKnight 
Mitchell,  a  man  who  was  eminent  in  the 
walks  of  science,  and  to  whose  eloquent  lectures 
on  Astronomy,  thousands  have  listened  with 
profit  and  delight.  He  had  been  educated  at 
West  Point,  and  when  the  war  of  rebellion 
came,  .gave  himself  with  characteristic  ardor  to 
the  great  cause  of  the  Union.  General  Mit- 
chell had  already  distinguished  himself,  when 
disease  arrested  and  ended  a  career  from  which 
much  had  been  hoped.  He  died  in  1862,  at 
Beaufort,  in  South  Carolina. 

The  level  ground  which  lies  directly  south 
of  Ocean  Hill,  between  Avenues  Dawn 
and  Vine,  is  already  largely  taken,  and 
may  easily  be  explored  by  the  aid  of  Cor- 
nus,  Vernal  and  Landscape  Paths.  Let  us, 
however,  return  to  Cranston  and  Scribner, 
either  in  the  Avenue,  or  by  one  of  the  parallel 
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this  point  Vine  Avenue  will  take  us  to  Sassa- 
fras. It  will  be  more  pleasant  to  go  there  by 
Landscape  Path,  passing  near  Folger's  mon- 
umental angel  and  turning  into  Sassafras  Ave- 
nue, between  Payne's  granite  obelisk  with  its 
marble  statue,  and  the  granite  memorial  of 
Charles  Augustus  Davis,  a  man  of  some  cele- 
brity in  his  day.  Near  the  intersection  of  Vine 
and  Sassafras  stands  the  monument  of  James 
Renwiok.  Asa  scholar  and  teacher— a  man  of 
ability  and  virtue— Professor  Ren  wick  held  an 
honored  place. 


As  we  go  west,  in  Sassafras,  or  in  Alder 
Path,  Tildex's  column  of  polished  Scotch 
granite,  with  its  recording  angel  in  white  marble, 
will  perhaps  catch  your  eye.  Here  is  J.  Pvob- 
inson's  tall  column  with  sky-pointing  statue, 
and  Jeremiah  P.  Tappan's  neat  marble  memo- 
rial. 


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the  corner  of  Sassafras  and  Grape  Avenues,  you 
may  see  what  resting-place  the  great  operator 
has  chosen,  for  the  time  when  his  operations 
will  ho  over. 

Along  Grape  Avenue,  crossing  Cypress 
until  we  come  to  Locust,  near  section-post 
fifty- one.  Turn  to  the  right  and  find,  near  by 
in  section  seventy-four,  the  monument  of  Major- 
General  George  C.  Strong  ;  a  composite 
structure  of  many  pieces,  and,  from  that  very 
fact,  iil-fitted  to  endure. 

This  young  hero  of  twenty-nine  years  fell 
witli  the  gallant  Colonel  Shaw,  in  the  terrible 
attack  on  Fort  Wagner.  Never  be  their  names 
forgotten  ! 

On  the  declivity  between  Locust  Avenue 
and  Grape  Avenue,  section  seventy-four,  rest 
the  ashes  of  Benjamin  Franklin  Butler.  As 
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Martin  Van  Buren,  Mr.  Butler  was  early  brought 
into  notice,  holding  the  office  of  Attorney  Gen- 
eral of  the  United  States,  under  Jackson  and 
under  his  successor.  He  died  in  the  fullness  of 
his  ability  and  fame  at  the  age  of  sixty-two. 

Look  at  this  capital  piece  of  work  in  section 
seventy-five — this  granite  mansion  reared  for 
the  accommodation  of  Thomas  Hunt  and  family. 
Green-Wood  does  not  possess  a  more  substantial 
structure. 

Here,  on  the  left,  are  "The  Catacombs," 
— thirty  tombs  which  open  into  one  vaulted 
area,  lighted  from  above.  They  were  built  for 
sale,  and  have  been,  in  part,  disposed  of 

Bending  round  to  the  left  through  Vine  Dell 
we  enter  Grove  Avenue  which  takes  us  back 
to  Grape — where  we  tarn  northwardly  and 
cross  southward  into  Vista.  Here  on  the  left 
is  E^ojleston's  fine  monument,  and  Cedar  Dell 
lies  below  us  on  the  same  side. 


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Upon  the  right,  (section  seventy-two,)  is  old 
Captain  Correja,  as  large  as  life,  and  much  as 
he  looked  when  alive.  This  statue  has  long 
been  an  object  of  special  attention.  You  see 
what  it  is.  Here  he  stands,  as  formerly  he 
stood  on  deck  at  sea,  when  a  taking  an  obser- 
vation." It  was,  on  the  whole,  a  happy  thought 
of  the  retired  veteran,  and  he  found,  if  I  mis- 
take not  a  good  deal  of  comfort  in  it.  Long 
as  his  strength  permitted,  he  came  often  to  see 
it ;  kept  everything  in  order  ;  and  listened  with 
evident  complacency  to  the  remarks  of  wonder- 
ing and  admiring  strangers,  as  they  paused  be- 
fore it.  He  has  gone,  at  last,  where  the  good 
.ship-master  no  longer  looks  through  a  glass 
darkly. 

Still  along  Vista  Avenue,  through  section 
seventy-two  to  Vista  Hill  in  section  seventy- 
one.  This  large  circular  inclosure  belongs  to 
the  Brooklyn  Church  and  Society  of  the 
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1845,  this  ground  was  set  apart  to  its  destined 
use  with  due  solemnities.  Mr.  Farley's  address, 
Mr.  Pierpont's  hymn — the  devotional  exercise 
and  the  musical  performance — all  of  them  ap- 
propriate and  touchingly  beautiful — made  it  an 
hour  long  to  be  remembered. 

The  monument  of  Augustus  Graham  is  near 
the  gate  of  this  inclosure.  He  was  the  founder 
of  a  Retreat  in  Brooklyn,  for  women  who  have 
seen  better  days,  but  whom  age  finds  without 
means  or  friends.  For  this  and  other  noble 
Charities  his  name  will  be  held  in  perpetual  re- 
membrance. Follow  Vista  Avenue  through 
section  seventy-eight,  with  a  glance  at  Forest 
Dell  on  the  right,  and  at  Brown's  Muse,  still 
busy  with  her  writing,  to  Oak  Leaf  Avenue 
which  you  take  on  the  right,  leaving  on  your 
left  Butternut  Hill  with  its  two  concentric 
circles,  occupied  by  the  Harper  Brothers  and 
their  friends.  On  the  gates  of  the  inner  circle, 
you   may  read  the  uames   of  this  celebrated, 


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and  prosperous,  but  no  longer,  unbroken  band. 
They  are  John;  Fletcher;  James;  and  Jo- 
seph W. 

Now  sweep  round  Chauncey's  Temple  into 
Central  Avenue,  which  you  take  on  the  left, 
coming  soon  to  Twilight  Dell  upon  your  right, 
and  to  Pixe  Hill,  on  the  left.  The  Dell — 
not  unfitly  named — contains  several  objects  of 
interest.  On  a  prominent  granite  obelisk  you 
may  read  the  name  of  Lorenzo  B.  Shepard,  a 
young  lawyer  of  talent  and  promise,  who  dying 
at  the  age  of  thirty-five,  had  yet  risen  to  be 
Grand  Sachem  of  Tammany,  Counsel  to  the 
Corporation  of  New  York,  &c,  &c.  His  friends 
and  admirers  reared  this  tribute  to  his  memory. 
West  from  Shepard  is  the  brown  stone  ceno- 
taph of  Major  Whistler,  a  civil  enoincer  of 
extraordinary  capacity  and  energy.  While  suc- 
cessfully engaged  in  his  profession  here,  he  re- 
ceived an  invitation  from  the  Russian  Govern- 
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burg  to  Moscow.  He  assumed  the  vast  respon- 
sibility— and  entered  with  vigor  on  the  work, 
but  did  not  live  to  complete  it.  He  died  in 
Russia. 

In  another  corner  of  Twilight  Dell,  lies  the 
artist  Verbryck,  and  at  his  side  that  gallant 
and  amiable  man,  General  Joseph  G.  Swift, 
of  the  U.  S.  Army,  together  with  his  not  less 
gallant  son  Captain  Alexander  H.  Swift,  of 
the  same  service,  whose  death  preceded  the  de- 
parture of  his  father. 

Pixe  Hill  belongs  to  the  Hoavlands  and 
the  Wolcotts,  names  widely  and  honorably 
known  in  the  commercial  world.  The  ground 
has  been  excavated,  and  has  extensive  catacombs 
below,  though  there  is  but  little  evidence  of 
this  fact  on  the  surface.  Those  two  handsome 
monuments  of  the  red  scotch  granite,  beautifully 
wrought  and  highly  polished,  bear  respectively 
the  names  of  Gardner  G.  Howland,  and  Sam- 


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uel  Shaw  Howland,  avIio  came,  when  they 
were  boys  from  Norwich,  Connecticut,  and  built 
up  a  great  commercial  house  in  the  City  of 
New  York.  This  ground — symmetrical  as  it  is 
in  shape — perfectly  accessible  all  round — neatly 
and  durably  inclosed — claims  high  praise  for 
the  Rowland  selection. 

The  next  right-hand  turn  takes  us  into  Pine 
Avenue  when  we  have  Holly  Hill  on  the 
right,  and  Button-Wood  Hill  on  the  other 
side.  But  before  we  advance,  notice  on  the  left, 
on  Rose  Path,  some  distance  in,  a  large  and  pe- 
culiar monument,  standing  near  the  line  between 
sections  seventy-nine  and  eighty.  This  handsome 
swell  of  ground  belongs  to  the  Fikst  Presby- 
terian Church  in  Brooklyn.  In  the  centre  this 
Church  has  a  tomb  for  her  ministers,  and  the 
monument  above,  has  tablets  for  their  names. 
Sandford  and  Carroll  are  already  on  the  saint- 
ed roll,  and  there,  probably,  in  due  time — 
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name  of  Samuel  Hanson  Cox,  for  many  years 
pastor  of  this  Church.  There  have  been  a  few 
interments  near  the  circumference  of  the  circle, 
which  is  kept  apparently  for  indigent  members 
of  the  Society. 

In  the  earlier  days  of  Green- Wood,  while  its 
success  was  far  from  being  a  tiling  assured, 
strong  inducements  were  offered  the  different 
religious  societies  of  New  York  and  Brooklyn, 
to  purchase  large  tracts  for  the  special  accommo- 
dation of  their  own  members.  On  the  part  of 
the  Directors  the  impelling  motive  undoubtedly 
was  a  desire — a  necessity  I  might  say — to  raise 
money  by  the  sale.  But  how  very  natural  the 
idea  !  How  becoming  such  an  arrangement,  and 
how  consistent  with  past  experience  !  Had  not 
the  churches,  from  time  immemorial,  possessed, 
or  desired,  at  least,  to  possess,  each  its  own 
grave-yard  ?  Would  not  the  sympathies,  the 
associations,  the  christian  friendships  which  had 
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religious  household,  prompt  the  wish  that  they 
might  lie  down  together,  whenever  the  summons 
should  come,  that  comes  to  all?  How  else,  in- 
deed, in  strict  truth,  could  they  ever  be  gath- 
ered to  their  fathers  ? 

Notwithstanding  all  this,  only  a  few  of  the 
invited  congregations  assented  to  the  proposal 
in  their  corporate  capacities.  And,  in  the  ca<e 
of  those  societies  which  purchased  ground,  there 
has  seemed,  but  little  disposition  on  the  part  of 
members  to  avail  themselves  of  these  privileges. 
Every  man  goes  where  he  pleases,  and  selects 
his  little  burial  plot  without  even  asking  whether 
any  good  brother  or  sister  in  ihe  faith  pro- 
poses to  take  that  long  sleep  by  his  side.  A 
result  so  unlike  all  that  reason  and  experience 
led  us  to  expect,  only  shows  that  there  is  a 
wider  law  which  we  did  not  understand,  and 
which  the  rural  Cemetery  has  brought,  not  into 
existence,  but  certainly  into  action. 


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Upon  Holly  Hill  and  in  the  centre  of  sec- 
tion ninety-three,  is  the  circular  plot  of  Abiel 
Abbot  Low,  well  known  as  one  of  the  most 
distinguished  and  most  successful  of  New  York 
merchants,  and,  for  years,  President  of  the 
Chamber  of  Commerce.  Here  lie  the  remains 
of  his  good  father  Seth  Low,  whom  Brooklyn 
still  remembers  as  one  of  her  most  useful  citizens. 

On  Button- Wood  Hill,  and  beyond  it,  near 
section-post  eighty,  are  the  strong,  rock-built 
sepulchral  fastnesses,  to  which  the  Schbrmer- 
horns  retire  from  the  activities  of  life. 

From  Pine  Avenue  take  the  left  in  Green- 
dough  Avenue,  and  stop  at  its  intersection 
with  Sycamore  Avenue,  (section  eighty-one) 
where  you  may  see  Charles  Morgan's  Ionic, 
granite  tomb, — and  in  the  same  inclosure  Quin- 
tard's  marble  monument — a  statue  in  reclining 
posture.  Notice  also  the  granite  curb,  and  solid 
steps,  the  latter  all  in  one  piece ; — work  that 
must  stand. 


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In  Greex-bough  still,  and  on  to  Central, 
where  bending  to  the  left,  you  take  (section-post 
sixty-eight)  Lawx-girt  Path  and  soon  come  to 
the  noble  brown-stone  monument  of  Cyrus  Por- 
ter Smith,  who  was  Mayor  of  Brooklyn,  when 
the  city  was  young — who  has  long  been  and 
still  is  a  Trustee  of  Green-Wood, — and  Manag- 
ing Director  of  the  Union  Ferries. 

Lawx-girt  Hill  (section  sixty-eight,)  on  the 
side  of  which  we  are  now  standing,  deserves 
a  moment's  attention.  This  belongs  to  the 
Pierrepoxt  Family.  It  is  an  elliptical  mound 
of  moderate  elevation  and  symmetrical  form. 
A  monumental  canopy,  of  Gothic  design  and  of 
great  beauty,  crowns  the  summit.  On  the  sar- 
cophagus below  you  may  read  the  names  of 
Hezekiah  and  Axxa  Maria  Pierrepoxt. 

Follow  round  the  inscribed   curb-stone  and 

you  will  see  how  numerous  was  their  family. 

Of  these,  is  Hexry  E.  Pierrepoxt,  to  whom, 
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more  than  to  any  other  person,  this  Cemetery 
owes  its  origin.  Joseph  A.  Perry,  who  has 
so  long  been  its  Comptroller  and  Chief  Direc- 
tor is  a  son-in-law.  Gerrit  G.  Van  Wagenen, 
another  son-in-law— a  man  of  sterling  sense 
and  virtue— and,  for  many  years,  a  judicious 
and  useful  Trustee  of  this  Institution,  is  buried 
here. 


While  you  are  on  foot  let  me  advise  you, 
in  case  your  leisure  allows  it,  to  extend  your 
walk  into  sections  sixty-seven  and  sixty-six. 
There  are  no  pleasanter  paths  in  these  pleasant 
grounds,  than  those  which  lead  you  over 
Cypress  and  Myrtle  Hills,  and  along  the 
Ridge  called  Central.  Among  the  occupants 
and  the  owners,  of  these  quiet  homes,  you  will 
see  many  names  of  distinction.  George  Geis- 
wold,  Erskine  Mason,  George  N.  Titus,  are 
among  them. 


Let  us  return  to  Green-bough,  where  we  left 


Gardener's  Ledge. 
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the  carriage,  and  proceed  southwest,  in  Cen- 
tral, by  section-post  sixty-eight,  to  Alder 
Avenue — the  next  right-hand  turn.  There  is 
some  sculpture  near  this  spot.  From  Alder, 
having  passed  Chestnut  Avenue  and  Rosy 
Path,  we  enter  Vista,  turning  to  the  left,  and, 
very  soon,  to  the  left  again,  which  takes  us 
into  Forest  Avenue.  Pass  now  along  the 
southern  side  of  Forest  Hill,  and  turn  at  the 
next  right-hand  into  Woodland  Avenue.  But 
pass  not  by  unnoticed  the  memorial  of  the 
oriental  scholar  and  divine,  whose  work  was 
world-wide.  The  monument  of  Professor  Ed- 
ward Robinson  stands  a  little  way  to  the  east, 
near  the  junction  of  Vista  Avenue  and  Vista 
Path. 

Now  through  Woodland  Avenue  and  along 
Woodland  Ridge — and  here  upon  our  left,  in 
section  fifty-four,  is  the  ground  of  a  distin- 
guished divine  of  the  Episcopal  Church,  Rev. 
John  S.  Stone,  and  of  his  son,  Rev.  Archi- 


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bald  Morrison,  with  queer  three-sided  monu- 
ment. A  head-stone  marks  the  grave  of  a 
relative,  Dr.  William  Adams,  aged  one  hun- 
dred years,  and  of  Dr.  Adams'  grandchild,  aged 
one  day.  Here,  too,  let  us  drop  a  tear  over 
the  memorial  of  Lieutenant  Henry  Vandyke 
Stone — a  son  of  the  Rev.  John  S.  Stone, 
who  at  the  age  of  twenty  years,  gave  his 
young  life  for  the  life  of  his  country,  in  the 
mighty  conflict  at  Gettysburgh. 

Woodland  ends  in  Locust  Avenue,  and  here 
we  take  the  left,  coming  soon  to  Cedar  Dell, 
also  on  the  left,  and  round  which  you  may 
drive,  if  you  choose.  The  inner  circle  of  Cedar 
Dell  belongs  to  the  Reformed  Dutch  Church, 
of  Brooklyn. 

Here,  and  only  here  in  all  Green- Wood,  there 
is  something  to  gratify  an  antiquarian  taste. 
If  you  have  any  proclivity  of  that  sort,  you 
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which  have  been  brought  hither  from  their 
original  location  on  Brooklyn  Heights,  and 
which  occupy  a  large  portion  of  the  outer  rim. 
Our  friends  of  the  Reformed  Dutch  did  a  good 
thing  when  they  placed  in'  this  charming  spot, 
these  rude  memorials  of  their  fathers.  As  an 
expression  of  tender  regard  to  the  memory  of 
the  dead,  it  is  an  example  that  commands  our 
praise.  Placed  here  in  the  midst  of  monu- 
mental wealth  and  splendor,  these  homely  me- 
mentoes of  forgotten  grief  and  affection,  carry 
us  back  to  those  earlier  and  sterner  times,  which, 
in  our  abounding  prosperity,  we  are  all  too 
prone  to  forget. 

Some  of  them  date  a  good  way  back.  One 
stone  bears  the  name  of  Edward  Mosley,  master 
of  His  Majesty's  ship,  "Rhinoceros."  Mosley 
died  in  1734. 

So  far  as  the  reading  of  these  half-effaced  in- 
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poorly  placed.  It  is  to  be  hoped  that  this 
difficulty  will  be  remedied. 

At  the  entrance  of  Cedar  Dell  stands  the 
large  marble  monument  of  Silas  Wood,  former- 
ly an  eminent  New  Fork  merchant. 

Along  Locust  Avenue  to  South-wood,  with 
Joseph  Thompson's  column  of  marble  and  spi- 
ral ivy  wreath  on  the  left  hand,  in  section  fifty- 
two,  and  Mrs.  Beatty's  handsome,  gothic, 
brown-stone  monument,  standing  on  the  right, 
in  section  forty-nine,  and  near  Hawthoen 
Path. 

On  this  Avenue,  near  South-wood,  section  fif- 
ty, is  the  singular  monument  of  the  ancient 
sisters : 

Sarah  W.  Cairns,  Aet.  117  years. 
Elisabeth  Cairns,  Aet.  100  years. 

Read  the  epitaph  cut  on  both  sides  of  the 
stone,  and  tell  us  what  it  means. 


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Pass  now  into  South-wood,  keeping  round  to 
the  right  by  Captain  J.  A.  Bloomer's  hand- 
some brown-stone  monument,  and  Wood's  marble 
angel,  on  through  sections  fifty,  forty-nine  and 
forty-eight,  to  Dale  Avenue  at  the  western 
end  of  Dale  Water.  The  monument  of  George 
Griffin,  once  a  lawyer  of  note,  (section  thirty)  ; 
Wltthaus'  column  and  statue,  (section  forty- 
seven)  ;  the  modest  memorial  of  Isaac  T.  Hop- 
per— a  true  philanthropist,  who  now  rests  from 
his  labors,  and  whose  works  follow  him ;  are 
seen  successively  as  we  pass  along. 

The  surroundings  of  Dale  Water  are  ex- 
ceedingly pleasant,  and  the  whole  scene  is  re- 
markable for  its  cpiiet  beauty. 

Now  by  Vernal  Avenue,  still  skirting  Dale 
Water,  and  taking  the  first  right  which  is 
Summit  Avenue  ;  passing  by  Edwin  Hoyt's 
round  lot,  upon  the  left,  and  John  Dikeman  on 
the, right,  and  Mary  Baker's  small  statue,  and 
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tion-post  thirty.  Upon  this  Avenue,  in  section 
twenty-eight,  stands  the  funeral  mosque  of  C. 
K.  Garrison — an  eight-sided  massive  marble 
structure  of  oriental  aspect.  The  polished 
columns  of  the  portico  are  beautifully  executed 
in  Scotch  and  German,  and  American  granite. 
This  monumental  temple  ranks  among  the  most 
costly  edifices  of  Green-Wood. 

On  Hazel  Path  near  Vernal  Avenue,  (sec- 
tions one  hundred  and  seventy-eight,  one  hun- 
dred and  seventy-nine,)  you  may  see  Masterson's 
column,  and  statue,  and  marble  roses,  and 
UDOLmo  Wolfe's  monumental  urn.  The  obe- 
lisk of  Benkaed  is  opposite,  and  close  by  is  the 
handsome  monument  of  George  "Wood.  For 
many  years  jtr.  Wood  ranked  among  the  fore- 
most members  of  the  bar.  It  was  a  mental 
treat  to  hear  him  argue.  So  clear  and  logical, 
so  concise  and  neat  a  forensic  orator,  is  rarely 
met  with. 

From  Vernal  by  the  right  hand  into  Cypress 


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Avenue,  where,  on  the  corner,  see  the  marble 
monument  of  R.  Clarke  arid  Wm.  H.  Brad- 
ford, and  farther  on,  Goodhue's  tall  pillar  and 
statue,  the  circular  lot  of  the  Messrs.  Hope, 
and  the  monument  of  Sloane. 

In  section  one  hundred  and  eighty-two,  we 
turn  to  the  right  into  Border  Avenue,  which 
takes  us  through  section  seven.  Here,  if  you 
can  do  so,  examine  the  monument  which  crowns 
so  appropriately  the  low  summit  of  Alpine 
Hill.  The  beneficent  life  and  fragrant  memory 
of  Luther  Bradish  well  deserve  a  memorial 
such  as  we  behold  in  this  massive  and  well 
proportioned — this  bright,  and  beautiful,  and  en- 
during monument. 

It   stands   at   the   head   of  Andean  Path. 

In  close   proximity  to   the   ex-governor,  rests 

a   Van  Rensselear — of  that  famous  Albany 

family  which  once  belonged  to  our  American 

nobility,  and  would  have  continued  so  to  rank, 
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had  there  been  no  meddling  with  the  law  of 
entail. 

From  Border  Avenue,  at  section-post  eight, 
we  now  pass  into  Dale.  Here  on  the  left  an 
urn-crowned  marble  monument  preserves  the 
name  of  Dr.  William  Barrow — a  good  physi- 
cian and  a  good  man.  And  not  far  distant  is 
the  ground  of  the  Hoe  family.  Who  has  not 
heard  of  Hoe,  and  of  those  wondrous  printing 
presses  which  proclaim  his  genius  and  fame  on 
both  sides  of  the  Atlantic? 

Here  too  in  section  five  is  a  circular  lot  with 
burnished  fence-posts  of  red  granite.  Simeon 
B.  Chittenden  is  a  name  well  known  among 
the  successful  merchants  of  New  York,  and 
among  the  liberal  citizens  of  Brooklyn. 

Here  we  come  to  the  pleasant  lakelet  known 
as  Crescent  Water,  which  forms,  with  its  sur- 
roundings," one  of  the  most  delightful  spots  in 


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the  Cemetery.  As  you  pass  on,  notice  the  tomb- 
fronts  of  Wyeth  and  Crossman,  which  are 
moulded  into  circular  lines ;  the  gothic  facade 
and  gilded  door  of  Mrs.  Ferris'  stone  mansion  ; 
and  Groesbeck's  Egyptian  imitation,  with  its 
face  in  pro  Hie. 

Here  we  are  in  front  of  Niblo's.  Do  not 
imagine  that  this  is  a  branch  of  the  establish- 
ment in  Broadway.  Here,  that  indefatigable 
caterer,  has  provided  a  retreat  for  himself,  when, 
at  length,  he  shall  quit  the  stage.  The  front  is 
broad  and  high — a  marble  structure  in  the 
gothic  style — with  a  door  of  iron  open-work 
profusely  gilded.  Through  the  door  may  be 
seen  the  termination  of  the  cells.  Some  of  the 
tablets  are  already  inscribed.  Two  angelic 
figures  stand  near  the  entrance.  Two  marble 
lions  of  formidable  aspect  guard  the  gateway. 
Flagged  alleys  give  easy  access  to  the  ample 
area  in  front,  which  is  entwined,  from  Spring  to 
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Stand  here  for  a  few  minutes  on  any  pleasant 
summer  afternoon,  and  you  will  probably  arrive 
at  the  conclusion  that  Niblo's  has  not  ceased  to 
be  attractive. 

To  Mr.  Kiblo  we  are  indebted  for  the  gold- 
fish which  abound  in  all  the  Green- Wood  waters. 
From  a  few  which  he  put  into  Crescent  Water, 
some  fifteen  years  ago,  they  have  increased, 
probably,  to  millions,  and  are  often  seen  in 
large  shoals,  ruffling  the  surface.  They  have 
spread  from  pond  to  pond  by  means  of  the  con- 
necting pipes. 

Turning  on  the  left  into  Vale  Avenue,  with 
the  water  on  our  left,  we  may  see  on  the  right, 
a  little  way  up  the  slope,  a  winged,  bronze 
image,  which  stands  on  ground  of  Lemuel 
Smith.  And  not  far  from  this  bronze,  is  a 
marble  figure,  also  winged,  with  down-cast  look, 
and  hands  gently  clasped.  Grace  Baldwin,  an 
only  daughter,  was  but  nineteen  when  she  died. 


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In  the  same  vicinity  you  may  find  Josiah 
Lane's  costly  tribute  to  his  wife,  and  also  Bar- 
ker's massive  granite  cross.  The  circular  in- 
closure  of  Isaac  N.  Phelps  is  neatly  kept,  and 
the  structure  within  is  large,  solid,  showy. 

Directly  opposite  is  the  monument  of  Lieut. 
Henry  B.  Hidden,  who  fell  at  Sangster's  Sta- 
tion in  Virginia,  leading  a  charge  of  fourteen 
dragoons  against  more  than  ten  times  that  num- 
ber  of  the  rebel  foe.  The  young  cavalry  officer, 
with  his  horse  and  groom,  and  with  the  nation's 
flag,  are  represented  in  bronze  relief. 

Leaving  Phelps  on  the  right,  follow  Vale 
Avenue  to  Border,  and  go  to  the  right,  through 
sections  four  and  three.  Crescent  Dell,  the 
somewhat  extensive  hollow  on  our  right,  as  now- 
seen,  is  one  of  the  latest  improvements  in  the 
Cemetery.  You  will  perceive,  that  as  yet,  it  is 
only  partially  developed.  Its  capabilities,  how- 
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any  special  liveliness  of  the  imagination,  to  see 
how  pleasant  and  how  attractive  it  is  destined 
to  become. 

At  the  next  turn  we  enter,  on  the  right,  Land- 
scape Avenue,  and  find  ourselves  among  the 
Firemen. 

Several  years  have  passed  since  the  New 
York  Fire  Department  bought  a  handsome  lot 
on  Tulip  Hill,  for  the  interment  and  commem- 
oration of  those  who  had  lost,  or  who  might 
lose  their  lives,  in  the  discharge  of  a  laborious 
and  often  perilous  duty.  The  spot  selected  is 
one  of  the  finest  in  the  Cemetery.  Behind  it 
and  below  lies  the  deep  amphitheatre  of  Cres- 
cent Dell.  The  vista  which  opens  in  front 
and  stretches  far  away  to  the  north  and  west, 
presents  to  the  eye  a  beautiful  variety. 

The  Firemen's  Monument  is  a  pyramidal 
column  of  marble  resting  on  a  massive  pedestal 


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of  the  same  material,  with  a  granite  base  be- 
low. The  Fireman  on  its  summit,  is  a  well  ex- 
ecuted figure.  "  One  arm  surrounds  and  sup- 
ports a  child,  just  rescued  from  the  flame  Avhich 
still  pursues  it.  His  right  holds  a  trumpet. 
The  attitude  is  spirited,  and  the  general  effect 
very  good."  Upon  four  of  the  pilasters  of  the 
pedestal,  and  upon  its  upper  surface,  appear 
various  representations,  in  relief,  or  in  full,  of 
implements  and  articles  appertaining  to  the  fire- 
man's calling.  His  swinging  engine  lantern — 
his  trumpet  and  cap, — his  hose  and  hydrant, — 
the  hook  and  the  ladder, — may  all  be  seen  in 
sculpture  before  you. 

Several  monuments  in  the  immediate  vicinity 
bear  the  names  of  firemen  who  died  in  the  dis- 
charge of  their  duty.  Guire's  monument  is  a 
sort  of  shrine,  having  an  urn  within,  and  sym- 
bols on  the  urn.  Fargis  and  Kerr  have  each 
a  monument.  Both  lost  their  lives  at  the  Du- 
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A  short  walk  westerly  from  the  Firemen's 
monument  takes  you  to  George  Steers;— the 
name  is  on  the  map  and  the  lot  may  be  reached 
by  Vision  Path.  There  are  few  who  have  not 
heard  of  this  gifted  naval  architect.  In  his 
special  and  chosen  pursuit,  Steers  might  truly 
be  called  a  genius.  lie  was  cut  off  at  the  early 
age  of  thirty-seven.  The  memorial  of  Mary 
Steers  is  a  lovely  marble  bust. 

Not  far  from  Steers,  on  Border  Avenue,  and 
in  section  two,  is  the  tall  obelisk  of  Robert 
Forsyth,  with  its  fillets  and  urns,  and  winged 
image  aloft,  standing  on  one  foot  and  holding 
a  wreath.  The  flowers  in  this  ground  claim  a 
special  regard,  as  appears  from  the  following 
j)oetical  epitaph  ; 

"  In  beautiful  Green-Wood  thou  calmly  dost  rest, 
Bright  are  the  flowers  that  bloom  on  thy  breast : 
Sentinels  guarding  a  treasure  in  trust, 
Nothing  but  flowers  could  spring  from  thy  dust. 
When  from  earth's  bands  thy  pure  spirit  was  freed, 
Thy  brother  angels  first  planted  the  seed, 
Long  may  they  flourish  thy  mission  to  tell, 
Dear  brother  in  Heaven,  we  bid  thee  farewell ! 


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Now  drive  on  in  Landscape  Avenue,  passing 
Glen  Avenue  on  the  right,  and  also  on  the 
right,  High-wood  Hill,  the  large  inclosure  of 
the  Morse  family.  The  brothers,  three,  are 
well  known.  Samuel  Finley  Breese  Moese, 
was  formerly  a  distinguished  artist — and  after- 
wards became  a  more  distinguished  inventor. 
Who  does  not  know  that  his  telegraphic  wires, 
and  instruments,  and  processes,  are  .now  flash- 
ing thought  over  continents  and  under  oceans, 
and  that  they  will  soon  belt  the  globe  ?  Sid- 
ney B.  and  Richard  F.  Morse  were  the  found- 
ers, and  for  many  years,  the  editors  of  the  New 
York  Observer.  All  of  them  have  now  gone 
to  rest  on  High-wood  Hill. 

Brooks,  Leveridge,  Haekison,  may  catch 
your  eye,  as  you  proceed  to  the  eminence  called 
Chapel  Hill.  At  this  point  there  is  a 
pleasant  view,  commanding  both  Dale  and 
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The  gentle  height  called  Chapel  Hill  has 
but  recently  come  into  use.  It  was  reserved 
for  years,  as  an  eligible  spot  for  the  erection  of 
a  chapel.  In  the  early  history  of  rural  Ceme- 
teries it  was  generally  thought  to  be  highly 
desirable  that  there  should  be  a  building  on  the 
ground,  which  could  be  used  for  funeral  pur- 
poses. The  erection  of  such  a  structure  in  Green- 
Wood  was  fully  resolved  on,  and  was  delayed 
from  time  to  time,  only  because  there  seemed 
to  be  more  pressing  calls  for  expenditure. 
Meanwhile,  however,  experience,  here  and  else- 
where, was  demonstrating  the  inutility  and 
Heedlessness  of  cemetery  chapels.  In  other 
places  where  such  accommodation  had  been  pro- 
vided, few  cared  to  avail  themselves  of  it, 
while  here  there  seemed  to  be  no  call  for  any- 
thing of  the  kind,  not  already  furnished.  And 
so  it  was  that  the  long  cherished  idea  of  the 
chapel  was  formally  relinquished. 

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this  notion  of  a  chapel— the  idea,  namely,  of  a 
place  where  the  finer  productions  of  monumen- 
tal art  would  be  safe  from  the  injurious  action 
of  inclement  skies,  and  could  be  seen  without 
discomfort  at  all  seasons  of  the  year.  This 
idea  has  lost  none  of  its  importance  with  the 
lapse  of  time.  Every  day's  experience  makes 
more  manifest  the  desirableness  of  such  a 
structure.  So  far  as  the  writer's  knowledge  ex- 
tends, there  is  no  reason  to  believe  that  this 
idea  has  been  abandoned  by  those  who  have 
the  management  of  Green-Wood. 

As  soon  as  the  ground  on  Chapel  Hill  was 
released  from  bondage  to  an  idea,  it  was  all 
seized  by  eager  purchasers.  Conspicuous  among 
its  occupants  are  Harrison — a  tall  four-sided 
marble  column  ;  Leveridge — a  granite  obelisk  ; 
William  H.  Cary — an  eight-sided,  urn-capped 
marble  pillar  ;  Sabbaton's  red  granite  column  ; 
Degrauw's  marble  with  emblematic  carving ; 
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The  sepulchral  mansion  erected  here  by  the 
great  manufacturer  of  musical  instruments,  is 
a  structure  of  great  size  and  great  cost.  In 
the  contemplation  of  edifices  like  this,  who  is 
not  reminded  of  those  vast  piles,  which  were 
raised  by  old  Egyptian  kings,  to  hide  and  to 
preserve  a  few  handfuls  of  worthless  dust? 
We  shall  not  stay  to  describe  this  piece  of 
masonry.    There  it  is.    Look  at  it  and  pass  on. 

We  now  take  Chapel  Avenue  by  Degrauw 
to  Locust,  section  forty-six.  There  in  Locust, 
turning  short,  to  the  left,  to  Forest,  and  by 
Forest,  westwardly,  past  Wall's  tall  column 
of  shaded  marble, — by  the  eight-sided  monu- 
ment of  Kinsley  and  Gant — to  Mrs.  Nors- 
worthy's  building. 

A  walk  in  White  Oak  Path  will  enable  you 
to  see  De  Forest's  marble— Brain  ard's  brown- 
stone  with  its  crocketed  pinnacle — and  Crom- 
well's book-crowned  monument. 


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Now  westwardly  in  Landscape  till  you  come 
to  Oak,  passing  by  the  grave  of  the  murdered 
Bukdell,  denoted  by  a  painted  board,  and  along 
Oak  Avenue  (section  thirty-five)  and  by  Ra- 
vine Path,  on  which  stands  the  costly  Egyp- 
tian tomb-front  of  Henry  Parish,  whose  mem- 
ory, by  the  aid  of  litigation  and  the  lawyers, 
has  been  so  effectually  embalmed.  A  little  far- 
ther on,  in  Oak,  you  will  see  Kelsey's  costly 
pile,  with  its  four  engaged  columns,  each  of 
them  surmounted  by  emblematic  sculpture. 
This  monument  makes  a  good  show,  but  can 
hardly  be  regarded  as  a  durable  erection.  Tt 
has  too  many  pieces  and  too  many  joints. 

Georoe  Griswold's  marble  sepulchre,  close 
by,  similar  in  work  and  material,  and  already 
falling  to  pieces,  might  have  given  warning. 

Very  near  to  these  imposing  monuments  stands 
a  small,  neat  memorial  of  polished  syenite.  Old 
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work  to  destroy  the  monument  of  Martha 
Miles. 

Now  southward  in  Hillock  Avenue,  with 
the  tall  trees  of  White  Oak  Hill  on  our  left, 
and  with  Hilly  Ridge  upon  the  right.  On 
this  ridge  is  the  marble  tomb  of  Saul  Alley, 
and  the  inclosures  of  W.  P.  Van  Rensselear, 
B.  H.  HuTTON,  G.  H.  Coster,  and  Thomas 
Suffern.  One  monument  on  this  Ridge  it  may- 
be worth  your  while  to  examine — possessing,  as 
it  certainly  does  possess,  more  than  common 
beauty  and  more  than  common  interest,  under 
a  marble  canopy  which  rests  on  four  small  col- 
umns of  the  polished  red  granite,  are  sculptured 
figures  from  the  studio  of  John  Moffit.  This 
monument,  erected  by  Mr.  James  Brown,  keeps 
in  memory  the  loss  of  a  larger  portion  of  his 
family,  who  perished  in  the  wreck  of  the  ill- 
fated  Arctic. 

Here  also  you  may  see  Cochran's  large,  urn- 


Weste 


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crowned  and  bright  red  granite,  and  Wheeler 
De  Forest's  massive  sand-stone,  and  Bento's 
house  of  granite. 

From  this  point  turn  into  Crystal  Path,  and 
climb  Fountain  Hill  to  look  at  its  jet,  and  its 
prospect,  and,  perhaps,  to  meander  awhile  in 
the  pleasant  ground,  and  among  the  interesting 
monuments  which  cluster  around  the  basin. 

Still  farther  on,  in  section  twenty-four,  is  the 
elliptical  inclosure  of  Orchard  Hill.  An  ener- 
getic and  successful  race — the  well-known  fam- 
ily of  the  Havemeyers — have  set  apart  this 
ample  space  for  their  last  resting-place. 

Hill-girt  Lawn,  (section  twenty-four,)  is  on 
our  left,  and  opposite  the  Havemeyers.  The 
ground  is  principally  occupied  by  members  of 
the  Scotch  Presbyterian  Society  of  New 
York. 

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marble  cross  and  Fogg's  obelisk  and  busfy 
where  Tulip  Avenue  takes  us  between  Or- 
chard and  Tulip  Hills,  and  rims  with  wind- 
ing course  along  the  side  of  Pastoral  Dell. 
In  this  Dell  Francis  B.  Cutting,  a  Xew  York 
lawyer  of  distinguished  ability,  and  Robert 
Bayard,  and  Thomas  M.  Hooker,  have  placed 
tombs. 

Tulip  soon  takes  us  to  Border,  (section-post 
twelve,)  and  going  northerly  in  Border,  we 
leave  Delaplaine — a  granite  temple  tomb  — 
upon  the  left.  The  ground  of  Francis  Me- 
dank  n,  also  on  the  left,  may  be  known  by  its 
ero<s,  its  blending  of  light-colored  and  dark- 
colored  marble,  its  recessed  sculpture,  its  door 
above  and  lion  below. 

Back  of  Lefferts'  brown-stone  altar-form 
monument,  is  Setii  Grosvenor,  a  large  gran- 
ite structure  of  unusual  form.  The  inclined 
plane  on  one  side  of  the  monument  is  a  sort  of 


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gang-way  or  bulk-head,  which  gives  admission  to 
the  vault,  and  which  is  closed  or  opened  by 
means  of  a  hinged  lid  of  massive  granite. 
Whatever  may  be  thought  of  the  taste  exhib- 
ited in  this  singular  structure,  it  certainly  has 
the  substantial  merit  of  great  durability. 
In  this  tomb  lie  the  remains  of  Elisha  Wil- 
liams, the  eminent  lawyer  of  Poughkeepsie,  and 
his  name  is  conspicuous  on  the  stone. 

Let  us  keep  still  in  Border  Avenue,  where 
it  bends  and  passes  between  Larch  Hill  and 
Spruce  Hill — but  notice  ere  we  turn,  an  ob- 
long plot  between  Border  Avenue  and  the 
northern  boundary,  marked  by  an  obelisk  which 
informs  us  that  here  are  placed  those  who  die 
in  the  Brooklyn  Asylum  for  Orphans.  Two 
rows  of  little  graves  at  the  upper  end,  attest 
the  benevolence  of  those  kind-hearted  women 
who  look  after  the  fatherless  and  motherless 
children,  and  often  more  than  supply  the  place 

of  the  parents  they  have  lost.     We  soon  come 
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to  a  large  circular  inclosure  called  Cedar 
Mound,  with  a  modest  and  appropriate  monu- 
ment. It  belongs  in  part  to  one  who  deservedly 
ranks  among  the  merchant  princes  of  Xew 
York,  William  H.  Aspinwall. 

In  this  vicinity  you  will  see  the  tomb  of 
Doctors  Cochran  and  Gilfillan, — the  latter 
born  in  Ireland,  the  former  in  Brooklyn,  where 
both  practiced  their  profession  and  both  died. 
Here  is  Robert  Smith's  fluted  pillar,  and  Fuller 
Cameron's  Gothic,  sand-stone  gate-way. 

Still  along  Border,  between  Maple  Ridge  on 
the  left,  and  Lake  Ridge,  on  the  right.  On 
Maple  we  have  the  tall  obelisk  and  statue  of 
Grace  Syms,  whose  husband  came  from  Tor- 
bay,  in  England ; — Gray's  marble  monument, 
with  a  half-dozen  statuettes  of  the  same  ma- 
terial : — and  the  altar-tomb-stone  of  Zuaznavar, 
near  the  western  end ;   and  others,  which  we 


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cannot  even  mention.  But  all  these  objects  can 
best  be  seen  in  a  walk  along  the  paths. 

In  fact,  yon  can  do  nothing  hereabouts,  to 
advantage,  if  yon  stick  to  the  carriage.  Alight, 
then,  at  Cedar  Monad,  and  take  one  of  the 
Lake  Ridge  paths,  bidding  the  driver  move  on 
to  Poet's  Mound,  section  forty-one.  Here  is  the 
large  marble  fabric  of  W.  S.  Miller.  There  is 
a  sort  of  pretension  to  something  solid  and  dur- 
able in  the  heavy  buttresses,  cornice,  ribs,  and 
tinials  of  this  edifice.  But  the  material  and  ma- 
sonry are  poor,  and  tell  a  very  different  story. 
Near  to  Miller  is  Townsexd's  tomb — a  mar- 
ble structure  erected,  according  to  the  record 
on  its  door,  "  to  hold  the  remains  of  our  little 
Emily."  It  needs  but  a  slight  inspection  of 
this  costly  building  to  discover  that  the  fatal 
process  of  dilapidation  has  already  begun. 

As  you  walk  along  this  ridge,  you  will  have 
pleasing  glimpses  through  the  foliage,  of  Syl- 


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vax  Water,  many  feet  below  you  on  the 
right. 

A  headstone,  not  far  from  Townsend,  bears 
the  name  of  Ann  Manigault,  wife  of  Thomas 
House  Taylor,  the  Rector  of  Grace  Church, 
New  York.  "  A  few  Christian  women  who 
loved  her,"  set  up  the  stone.  The  name  of  her 
husband  has  since  been  added. 

A  strong,  good-looking  granite  monument 
near  by  bears  the  names  of  Bruce,  Wolf  and 
Bishop. 

Descending  toward  the  western  gate,  you  may 
distinguish  the  monuments  of  Chilton,  Clay- 
ton, Young,  Ryan  and  Boisseau — the  last  a 
South  Carolina  name — and  Spencer's  very  mas- 
sive and  very  peculiar  granite  pile. 


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Here  is  the 

WESTERN  ENTRANCE. 

This  gate,  situated  at  the  south-western  cor- 
ner of  the  grounds,  was  opened  as  the  place  of 
general  entrance  in  1850.  Before  that  time,  the 
only  gate  for  visitors  was  at  a  point  some 
twenty  rods  south  of  the  present  grand  en- 
trance. For  many  years  the  ground  needed  for 
this  entrance  was  in  private  hands,  and  could 
not  be  obtained  without  submission  to  exorbi- 
tant demands.  The  growth  of  nuisances  around 
the  original  gate,  and  the  increasing  pressure 
of  visitors  and  of  funerals  at  length  compelled 
the  trustees  to  open  this  western  entrance. 
For  a  number  of  years  it  was,  so  far  as  visit- 
ors were  concerned,  the  only  way  of  access  or 
departure :  the  other  gate  being  reserved  for 
funerals. 

At  the  time  when  this  entrance  was  made, 
the  Brooklyn  Fifth  Avenue  existed  only  on  pa- 


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per  and  in  some  distant  future.  But  improve- 
ment often  moves  with  long  and  rapid  strides. 
To  preserve  the  grade  of  this  important  street 
required  at  this  point  an  elevated  causeway, 
running  directly  across  the  passage.  Hence  the 
archway  which  you  see,  and  which  was  built 
by  the  Cemetery  company.  The  work  will  bear 
examination,  and  is  an  admirable  specimen  of 
plain,  solid,  durable  masonry.  This  gate  is  still 
kept  open,  although,  to  those  who  remember 
the  throngs  which  once  passed  through  it,  it 
now  seems  comparatively  silent  and  solitary. 

The  Porter's  Lodge,  the  Offices,  the  Bell- 
tower  and  Foreman's  Cottage,  stand  west  of 
the  public  avenue,  but  on  ground  belonging  to 
the  Cemetery.  From  this  beautiful  vestibule 
you  may  ascend  directly  to  the  Fifth  Avenue, 
and  there. take  the  cars  to  Bath  and  Coney 
Island. 

If,  now,  we  return  through  the  archway  and 


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contemplate  for  a  moment  the  immediate  sur- 
roundings, we  may  find  it  difficult  to  believe 
that  the  finished  and  beautiful  scene  has  been 
created,  demolished,  and  restored  within  a  pe- 
riod of  sixteen  years.  It  was  a  rough  spot  at 
first,  and  required  immense  labor  to  bring  it 
into  shape  and  comeliness.  Then  came  along 
the  avenue  causeway,  destroying  for  a  time  the 
work  and  growth  of  years.  Who  would  sus- 
pect it  now?  These  slopes,  how  natural  they 
look — how  gentle  and  charming  !  Those  pines 
— how  luxuriant  and  beautiful ! 

Walk  along  Sylvan  Avenue  till  you  reach 
Lake  Side  Path.  Here,  on  your  right,  follow 
the  path  around  this  beautiful  sheet  of  water, 
passing  the  monument  to  Thomas  W.  McLeay, 
and  Lee's  vault. 

Soon  a  small  obelisk  with  inserted  anchor  in- 
vites your  eye,  and  on  its  western  side  you 
read,  "Sarah   J.,  beloved   wife  of  Lieut.  H. 


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Walke,  U.  S.  N. ;  d.  Aug.  3,  1855  ;  aet.  43." 
Now  look  at  the  eastern  side  ;  "Jane  E.,  beloved 
wife  of  Comr.  H.  Walke,  U.  S.  N.;  d.  May 
15,  1857;  aet.  42."  Twenty-one  months  of  do- 
mestic history  ! — checkered  tale  of  joy  and  sor- 
row ! 

We  are  near  the  Water-works.  If  you 
have  a  taste  for  engineering,  and  like  to  see 
the  successful  results  of  mechanical  skill,  step 
into  this  small  engine-house  among  the  trees 
and  witness  the  admirable  action  of  the 
Worthixgtox  Pump.  It  is  evidently  a  consid- 
erate machine,  which  feels  and  respects  the 
sanctity  of  the  place.  Sunk  below  the  surface, 
its  action  is  unseen,  and  its  throbbing  pulse 
is  scarcely  heard.  Nothing  reveals  its  vitality 
but  the  silent  smoke-wreath,  which  soon  min- 
gles with  the  clouds.  This  force-pump  draws 
its  supply  in  about  equal  proportions  from  the 
Lake  and  from  a  large  and  deep  well,  over 
which  it  stands.    Through  an  eight-inch  pipe  it 


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sends  the  water  to  the  top  of  Fountain  Hill 
— a  height  of  115  feet — where  it  falls  all 
bright  and  sparkling  into  a  large  distributing 
basin. 

I  may  as  well  mention  here  that  the  small 
lakes  in  Green-Wood  are  nearly  all  connected 
by  subterranean  pipes,  through  which  the  water 
can  flow  from  one  to  the  other.  Forced  up  by 
steam,  it  runs  down  for  its  own  pleasure,  in 
tubes  that  conduct  it  to  the  different  ponds, 
where  it  again  leaps  up  in  jets  of  beauty,  and 
stirs  the  water  to  healthful  motion.  The  im- 
mense utility  of  this  arrangement  must  be  ob- 
vious to  all.  But  for  this  pulsating  ventricle — 
these  iron  arteries  and  veins — the  beautiful 
waters  of  Green- Wood  would  soon  become  un- 
seemly and  intolerable  nuisances. 

Keep  now  straight  on  to  Lake  Avenue,  and 

pause  before  a  tall  monument  which  bears  the 

name  of  H.  B.  Claflin.    You  must  have  heard 
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of  him*.  In  the  dry-goods  world  he  is  a  very 
"Triton  among  minnows."  Even  Stewart  falls 
behind.  In  the  amount  of  their  operations  in 
merchandise,  the  firm  of  Claflin  &  Co.,  is 
probably  unequalled  by  any  mercantile  house 
on  the  globe. 

To  make  his  monument  effective,  Mr.  Claflin 
has  invoked  the  sculptor's  art.  A  female  figure 
stands  upon  the  summit  ; — the  head  bent  over 
toward  the  right  shoulder; — her  cheek  resting 
on  the  right  hand.  There  is  something  in  this 
piece  of  statuary  which  invites  attention,  and 
which  it  might  be  pleasant  to  contemplate, 
were  the  object  lower  down  and  within  easy 
reach  of  the  eye.  I  know  not  how  it  is  with 
others,  but  for  me  statues  perched  on  pinnacles 
and  lofty  columns  have  very  little  interest. 
The  finest  form  in  marble,  or  in  bronze,  when 
"buried  in  air,"  even  though  it  be  "the  deep 
blue  air  of  Rome,"  or  the  soft  sky  that  hangs 


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over  the  Dnomo  of  Milan, — seems  almost  as 
much  lost  as  if  it  were  buried  in  the  ground. 

East  of  Clarlin  is  Young's  small  j^lot  full  of 
sculptured  figures  and  emblems.  Oeisox  Blunt, 
the  energetic  supervisor,  who  won  high  praise 
by  his  patriotic  and  persevering  labors  in  re- 
cruiting for  the  army  of  the  Union,  during  our 
great  national  struggle,  has  a  monument  near 
in  memory  of  his  wife. 

I  could  show  you,  not  far  away  from  where 
you  stand,  an  epitaph,  in  which  a  familiar  and 
exquisite  poem  is  unmercifully  travestied.  If 
you  have  a  taste  for  such  monstrosities,  you 
can  hunt  for  this.    I  shall  give  no  clue. 

Let  us  now  return  to  Lake  Avenue,  and  no- 
tice, as  we  go,  that  Spoffoed,  Tileston, 
Beyce  and  Dambmann  occupy  a  block  of  four 
tenements,  and  from  their  marble  doorways 
have  a  pleasant  outlook  upon  Sylvan  Water. 


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Leonard  W.  Jerome  has  a  granite  vault  ad- 
joining. 

But  here  we  are  at  the  place  appointed. 
This  is  Poet's  Mound,  and  a  little  further 
down  is  Indian  Mound — such  the  dignified 
names  of  two  small  hillocks  bearing  two  little 
monuments.  These  monuments,  however,  were 
among  the  earlist  erections  in  the  Cemetery, 
and  for  a  few  years  their  solitary  position  made 
them  objects  of  special  attention.  In  those 
days  no  visitor  failed  to  take  a  look  at  the 
memorials  of  the  Indian  girl  and  the  demented 
bard.  Now,  in  the  multiplicity  and  strength  of 
other  attractions,  they  are,  probably,  often  over- 
looked. As  for  Clark,  little  needs  be  said. 
He  wrote  poetry,  or  something  which  he  called 
poetry,  and  being  half  crazy,  his  friends  seem 
to  have  considered  him  a  fit  subject  for  the 
Green-Wood  Pantheon,  and  put  up  his  monu- 
ment in  memoriam. 


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Do-htjm-mbe  was  a  Sac  Indian  and  a  sachem's 
daughter,  who  came  with  her  father  to  Wash- 
ington in  a  delegation  of  the  Sacs  and  the 
Iowas.  Before  they  reached  New  York,  Do- 
hum-mee  was  married  to  a  young  Iowa  chief, 
also  of  the  deputation.  "In  the  City  of  New 
York  they  attracted  much  notice.  Attentions 
— some  of  them  probably  very  injudicious — 
were  lavished  upon  them.  Amid  scenes  and 
exposures  so  unlike  those  to  which  she  had 
been  accustomed  in  her  forest  home,  Do-hum- 
mee  took  a  violent  cold;  inflammation  and  con- 
gestion supervened,  and  death  soon  closed  the 
scene."  The  monument  is  worth  some  study. 
The  sculpture  is  appropriate  and  expressive. 

Nearly  opposite  Poet's  Mound  is  the  brown 
stone  monument  of  Daniel  Appleton,  the 
founder  of  the  great  book-publishing  house. 

A  word  here  in  regard  to  Sylvan  Water. 
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the  deepest  of  the  Green-Wood  ponds.  In  the 
earlier  days  of  the  Cemetery,  it  was  nearly  sur- 
rounded by  a  dense  growth  of  trees  and  bush- 
es, thus  blending  with  its  beauty  a  degree  of 
wildness.  In  utilizing  the  spot,  there  has  been, 
of  necessity,  some  sacrifice.  But  the  scenery  of 
Sylvan  Lake,  whether  viewed  from  below,  or 
from  the  bluff  around  and  above  it,  can  never 
be  otherwise  than  beautiful. 

The  declivity  on  the  north  and  east,  being 
too  steep  for  the  purpose  of  ordinary  burial,  is 
mostly  appropriated  to  the  use  of  those  who 
have  a  preference  for  the  vault.  Its  height  is 
sufficient  for  three  tiers  of  tombs. 

Let  us  now  ascend  the  cliff.  Sylvan  Ave- 
nue, which  here  opens  on  the  left,  will  conduct 
us  to  Oaken"  Bluff  and  Sylvan  Cliff.  Stop 
between  them  and  alight,  and  once  more  use 
your  feet. 

Look    first    at    this    handsome  monumental 


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tomb  of  George  W.  Browne.  It  is  on  the 
southern  end  of  Sylvan  Cliff,  and  deserves  no- 
tice not  only  on  account  of  its  architecture,  but 
as  having  led  the  way  in  a  class  of  structures 
now  common  in  Green-Wood.  Its  roof  rests 
upon  an  arch,  and  is  covered  with  stone  tiles^ 
cut  and  laid  diamond-wise.  The  gabled  front, 
with  its  bold  flnial,  and  dated  quatrefoil,  and 
supporting  buttresses,  has  been  much  and  de- 
servedly admired.  It  was  designed  by  Upjohn. 
The  proprietor  of  this  house — an  Englishman 
by  birth — well  known,  for  years,  to  thousands 
of  New  York  merchants,  who  dined  with  him 
daily — has  lately  ceased  from  his  provident 
cares,  and  now  rests  within.  The  following 
lines  precede  a  notice  of  this  tomb  in  the 
Green- Wood  Directory,  published  in  1840: 

A  mansion  !  reared  with  cost  and  care, 
Of  quaint  device  and  aspect  fair, 
Its  walls  in  rocky  strength  secure, 
Its  massive  portal  fast  and  sure  : 
And  all  intrusion  to  foreclose, 
Reclining  near,  in  grim  repose, 
Two  guards  canine  forever  wail. 


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Cerberean  warders  of  the  gate. 
Hold  fast,  ye  stones,  your  treasured  clay. 
Though  wasting  ages  roll  away  ; 
Cling  closely  round  the  honored  trust, 
Nor  yield  one  particle  of  dust ! 
Yet  ye  shall  hear  a  voice  at  last. 
Quaking  beneath  a  clarion  blast ; 
Your  dead  shall  hear  that  voice  and  rise 
To  better  mansions  in  the  skies. 

Look  now,  for  a  moment,  on  the  other  side, 
and  at  the  monument  of  Skillin  on  Oaken 
Bluff. 

In  this  massive  structure  there  is  a  happy 
blending  of  grace  and  dignity.  Solidly  founded 
and  faithfully  built,  it  shows,  after  twenty 
years,  no  sign  of  displacement  or  decay.  In 
only  one  respect  does  it  seem  to  wear  the  sig- 
nature of  age.  The  dark  brown  stone  has  be- 
come a  good  deal  darker,  and  is  spotted  every- 
where with  lichens.  The  blackening  is  due  to 
a  large  chestnut  which  formerly  stood  near, 
and  dropped  its  discoloring  blossoms  on  the, 
stone.  It  was  a  noble  tree,  and  but  for  this 
unbecoming   behavior,   might  have  stood,  and 


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bloomed,  and  waved  there  still.  The  flower 
stains  are  detrimental,  but  we  regard  the  lich- 
ens as  both  ornamental  and  protective.*  I 
have  observed  that  many  people  seem  to  place 
them  in  the  same  category  with  dirt,  and 
stains,  and  mouldiness.  It  is  a  mistaken  view. 
They  are  delicate  and  beautiful  forms  of  vege- 
tation. As  from  year  to  year  we  behold  them 
springing  and  spreading  over  the  monumental 
memorials  of  our  dead,  we  should  regard  them 
as  amaranths  and  immortelles,  fresh  from  Na- 
ture's own  loving  hand  : — the  only  plants  over 
which  drought  and  moisture — the  fiercest  sun 

*  Lichens,  or  mosses,  as  they  are  popularly  called,  are  very  gene- 
rally regarded  not  only  as  emblems,  but  as  agents  of  injury  and  de- 
cay. To  trees,  probably,  such  parasitic  vegetation  is  injurious.  But 
its  influence  on  stone  is  salutary.  As  this  is  an  important  fact, 
which  should  be  known  and  believed,  let  me  quote  a  few  words 
from  a  report  of  the  Commissioners  of  Woods  and  Forests— a  re- 
port founded  on  a  thorough  examination  of  all  the  building  stones 
and  principal  structures  in  England,  made  with  a  view  to  selecting  a 
material  for  the  new  Houses  of  Parliament,  then  about  to  be  built : 
"  Buildings  in  the  country  appear  to  possess  a  great  advantage  over 
those  in  populous  and  smoky  towns,  owing  to  lichens,  with  which 
they  almost  invariably  become  covered  in  such  situations,  and 
which,  when  firmly  established  over  their  entire  surface,  seem  to  ex- 
ercise a  protective  influence  against  the  ordinary  causes  of  the  de- 
composition of  the  stone  on  which  they  grow."' 


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and  fiercest  frost — seem  to  have  no  power. 
Notice,  also,  that  while  this  peculiar  growth 
shows  a  decided  partiality  for  the  sandstones, 
there  is,  fortunately,  no  other  material  on  which 
it  looks  so  well. 

Turn  now  into  Acacia  Path,  which  you  can 
hardly  miss,  and  along  the  brow  of  Oaken 
Bluff,  where  rises  the  tall  monument  of  Noel 
J.  Becae.  We  knew  Mr.  Becar  ; — a  native  of 
Switzerland,  but  for  many  years  an  honorable 
and  prosperous  merchant  of  New  York.  De- 
voted as  he  was  to  nature  in  all  her  forms  of 
loveliness,  it  is  no  matter  of  surprise  that  he 
found  and  secured  the  most  charming  spot  in 
all  these  charming  grounds,  Stand  here  for  a 
moment,  or  sit  down  on  the  base  of  the  Becar 
monument,  and  enjoy  the  scene ;  the  fine  old 
oaks  above  and  around  you ;  the  green  slopes, 
lying  some  in  sunshine,  some  in  shade;  Sylvan 
Water,  with  its  ever-verdant  banks,  and  pend- 
ent willows,  and  flashing  jet ;  and  beyond  it 


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the  Bay,  seen  through  the  opening  foliage,  like 
a  larger  lake,  on  which  commerce  never  ceases 
to  spread  her  wings  and  ply  her  wheels. 

Not  far  from  Becar  is  an  obelisk  of  dark, 
gray  granite,  which  bears  the  name  of  Bron- 
son. A  marble  headstone  within  the  inclosure 
is  thus  inscribed :  "  Greene  C.  Bronson,  died 
Sept,  3,  1863,  in  the  74th  year  of  his  age." 
Such  is  the  modest  record  of  one  who,  for 
many  years,  ranked  among  the  ablest  and  most 
learned  members  of  the  New  York  Bar,  and 
who  had  held  an  honored  place  as  associate 
and  as  Chief  Justice  in  the  highest  judicial 
tribunal  of  this  great  State.  For  a  few  years 
preceding  his  death,  Judge  Bronson  was  coun- 
sel for  the  Corporation  of  New  York.  His 
son,  the  Rev.  Oliver  Bronson,  died  two  years 
earlier,  and  rests  by  his  side. 

.  Return  to  Sylvan  Cliff  and  bid  the  carriage 
move    slowly,   north,    in    Landscape  Avenue, 


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while  you  step  into  the  inclosure  of  Col.  Teu- 
nis  Craven,  who  died  recently  at  the  ripe  age 
of  85,  after  a  life-long  service  in  the  army 
of  the  United  States.  Here  is  some  imitation 
work  in  stone — as  good,  perhaps,  as  any  such 
imitation  can  be  ; — and  here  are  beautiful  lich- 
ens, which  are  genuine.  Here,  too,  is  a  monu- 
ment raised  by  the  Colonel's  son,  A.  W. 
Craven,  the  able  and  honest  engineer,  in  mem- 
ory of  his  wife.  In  a  recess  of  the  stone, 
you  will  find  a  small  gem  of  sculpture,  from 
John  Moffit's  masterly  hand. 

Walk  on  a  little,  and  pause  at  the  end  of 
Sylvan  Cliff,  where  Steep-side  Path  comes  in, 
and  look  down  upon  the  Lake.  This  vista 
gives  you  a  section  only  of  the  liquid  mir- 
ror, but  it  takes  in  the  jet  —  takes  in  the 
Western  Entrance,  with  its  surroundings  —  gives 
short  reaches  of  the  avenues  (Fifth  and  Third), 
with  their  streams  of  perpetual  travel — opens 
widely    out    upon    the    ever-lively  bay  —  and 


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has  its  litting  termination  at  the  shore  and 
on  the  heights  of  Staten  Island.  Fail  not  to 
get  a  glimpse,  at  least,  of  this  enchanting 
picture ! 

A  short  walk  from  the  southern  end  of 
Sylvan  Cliff,  across  Crescent  Ridge  and  Land- 
scape Avenue,  will  conduct  you  to  the  old- 
est of  the  "  Public  Lots."  Its  single  and 
double  graves  were  all  taken  long  ago.  Among 
them  are  some  names  of  interest.  Captain 
Hodges,  of  the  British  Army;  "N.  H.  Ban- 
nister, Dramatist  and  Comedian,"  with  a  Shak- 
Bpearian  epitaph ;  good  Dinah  Depuy,  who  died 
honored  and  lamented,  years  before  the  deliver- 
ance of  her  race  from  that  bondage  into 
which  she  was  born  ;  and  Pierro  Maroncelli, 
the  faithful  and  beloved  companion  of  Silvio 
Pellico,  in  the  horrid  dungeon  at  Spielberg. 
Who  has  not  read  the  touching  story? 


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tract  which  belongs  to  families  of  German 
name  and  origin. 

You  may  resume  your  seat,  and  keep  on 
in  Landscape,  by  Dr.  Schroeder's  unfinished 
vault  —  noticeable  as  the  only  instance  of  such 
failure  in  all  Green-Wood  —  and  cast  a  glance 
at  Catlin's  monument.  A  slab  of  statuary 
marble  is  inserted  in  a  structure  of  the  gray 
Paris  limestone.  You  will  notice  the  winged, 
female  form,  the  stylus,  and  the  tablet,  on 
which  she  has  already  inscribed  her  parting 
message.  This  work  of  somewhat  questionable 
taste  was  executed  in  France,  and  commemo- 
rates the  wife  of  George  Catlin,  well  known 
as  a  delineator  of  Indian  life,  features  and  man- 
ners. 

Still  following  Landscape  as  it  bends  round 
Catlin,  with  Aspen  Hill  on  right  and  Sylvan 
Bluff  on  left,  and  passing  on  our  left  a  silent 
colony   of  German   origin,   we  soon  come  in 


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sight  of  Matthew's  mausoleum.  This  structure, 
of  recent  erectiou,  ranks  just  now  among  the 
seven  wonders  of  Green- Wood.  Upon  a  solid 
base  of  granite  stand  four  short  columns  of  red 
and  polished  granite,  having  marble  pedestals 
and  huge  marble  capitals.  These  capitals  show 
a  profusion  of  somewhat  rude  carving,  repre- 
sentations of  leaves  and  flowers  and  folks.  The 
four  columns  support  a  heavy  slab  of  marble, 
upon  which  rests  a  heavy  pediment  roof,  also 
heavily  carved,  cut  out  of  Xova  Scotia  sand- 
stone. The  space  between  the  pillars  is 
occupied  by  a  recumbent  statue  representing 
the  late  Mr.  Matthews.  In  a  certain  sense, 
this  monument  may  be  regarded  as  expressing 
the  extent  and  importance  of  the  soda-fountain 
business  in  our  country  —  inasmuch  as  all  the 
carving  here  visible  has  been  executed  in  Mr. 
Matthews'  work-shop. 

Here,  on  the  right,  is  a  line  monument, 
reared  in  honor  of  Charles  E.  Isaacs,  M.  D., 


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of  Brooklyn  —  a  man  highly  respected  and  re- 
gretted by  all  who  knew  him,  and  specially 
dear  to  his  professional  brethren,  who  set  up 
this  memorial. 

Landscape  Avenue,  winding  round  Evening 
Dell  and  Valley  Water,  intersects  Valley 
Avenue.  Here  Edward  Walker  has  put  up  a 
small  house  of  iron,  and  painted  it  to  look  like 
stone.  On  Strawberry  Hill,  back  of  Walker, 
John  J.  Cooper  has  placed  a  monument  of 
granite,  in  which  that  hard  material  is  wrought 
into  a  form  of  real  beauty  as  well  as  of  mas- 
sive strength. 

If  your  time  and  curiosity  are  not  exhausted, 
you  may  find  some  objects  of  interest  in  sec- 
tions eighty-five,  eighty-six  and  sixty-three.  At 
the  junction,  for  instance,  of  Lake  and  Mag- 
nolia Avenues,  there  is  a  lot  in  which  the 
gate-posts,  the  cross,  and  even  the  heap  of 
stones  in  which  it  seems  to  stand,  belong,  all 


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of  them,  to  the  class  of  imitations.  How  much 
of  an  imitation  it  is,  each  one  can  judge  for 
himself.  At  the  junction  of  Lake  Avenue  and 
Aster  Path,  you  may  rind,  half  hidden  by  the  fo- 
liage, a  brown-stone  image,  with  hands  crossed, 
an  anchor  just  visible,  and  a  dragon  under  foot. 
Xame — Elvero  Godone. 

Section  eighty-five  contains  one  of  the  public 
lots — all  planted,  as  you  see  at  a  glance.  Of 
these  graves,  a  large  majority  have  no  memorial 
except  the  little  earth-mound.  Some  of  them 
arc  distinguished  by  low  head-stones,  with 
brief  inscriptions.  In  some  instances  you  find 
a  single  shrub,  or  a  few  Mowers,  to  denote  the 
hand  of  affection.  One  conspicuous  grave,  is 
shaded  by  a  haw-thorn,  which  lias  been  pruned 
into  hedge-like  form  and  density.  On  the  sum- 
mit, near  the  two  willows  and  the  red  cedar, 
there  is  a  short  grave  sheltered  by  a  glazed 
structure,  which  contains  a  number  of  play- 
things once  belonging  to  the  small  tenant 
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below.  There  are  not  a  few  of  these  frail 
mementoes  in  the  Cemetery— most  of  which  are 
falling,  or  have  already  fallen,  to  pieces. 

On  a  head-stone,  close  to  the  glass-house  just 
mentioned,  you  may  read  these  words :  "  The 
bereaved  father,  Capt.  F.  Lahrbush,  to  the 
memory  of  his  dear  daughter,  Bernardina,  the 
widow  du  Toit,  who  d.  1S63,  aet.  41."  ^Ye 
have  the  pleasure  of  knowing  this  good  old 
"  Captain,"  who,  though  now  in  his  hundred 
and  seventh  year,  is  brighter  in  mind  and  more 
active  in  body,  than  some  young  men  of 
twenty. 

It  is  worthy  of  remark  that  of  more  than 
one  hundred  and  sixty-five  thousand  persons 
already  interred  in  Green-Wood,  seven  only 
have  attained  to  the  present  age  of  old  Capt. 
Lahrbush.  These  centenarians  counted  as  fol- 
lows:    101;  102;  104;  105;  108;  113;  117. 


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In  conclusion,  one  or  two  remarks  of  a  more 
general  nature  may  not  be  out  of  place. 
Among  the  rural  cemeteries,  so  called,  in  Eu- 
rope and  in  America,  which  have  been  founded 
since  the  opening  of  Pere-la-Chaise,  I  think  it 
must  be  allowed  that  Green-Wood  is  entitled 
to  the  first  place ;  and  I  venture  the  opinion 
after  a  somewhat  extensive  observation  on 
both  sides  of  the  Atlantic.  There  may  be  in- 
stitutions which  equal  or  surpass  it  in  particu- 
lar features,  but  there  is  no  other  which  can 
show  such  a  combination  of  beauties  and  ad- 
vantages. This  is  due,  in  the  first  place,  as 
you  have  probably  perceived,  to  the  position, 
the  form,  and  the  character  of  the  ground. 
Nature — first  and  greatest  of  landscape  gar- 
deners— seems,  as  it  were,  to  have  selected, 
and  shaped,  and  fitted  this  charming  spot  to 
be  the  burying-ground  of  a  mighty  city. 
There  is  not  a  square  rod  of  the  entire  four 
hundred  and  forty  acres  that  is  not  directly 
available  for  cemetery  purposes.     The  surface, 


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for  the  most  part  gently  undulating,  presents 
a  continual  ami  pleasing  variety  of  scene  and 
prospect.  The  vistas  and  distant* views  which 
invite  the  eye  from  all  the  more  elevated 
points,  are  singularly  diversified  and  beautiful. 
Numerous  old  trees,  different  in  kind  and  of 
great  size,  had,  fortunately,  been  kept  from  the 
axe,  and  give  in  a  certain  sense,  to  this  young 
cemetery  the  grave  dignity  of  age.  Nor  was 
water  wanting  to  impart  its  own  peculiar 
brightness  to  the  landscape. 

But  with  ail  its  natural  advantages,  Green- 
Wood  still  owes  a  great  deal  to  human  skill  and 
perseverance.  Happily  for  all  who  feel  an  in- 
terest in  this  Cemetery,  its  general  arrangements, 
with  all  their  variety  and  minuteness  of  detail, 
have,  almost  from  the  first,  been  directed  by  a 
single  controlling  mind.  Xone  but  those  who 
have  watched  the  long,  costly,  and  laborious 
process,  can  have  any  adequate  conception 
of  what  has  been  accomplished  here ; — of  the 


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deformities  which  have  been  removed — the  de- 
ficiencies which  have  been  supplied — the  beau- 
ties which  have  been  created. 

Green-Wood  differs  from  many,  perhaps  I 
may  say  from  most  other  organizations  of  the 
sort,  in  the  benevolent  motives  of  its  origin, 
and  in  the  disinterested  principles  on  which  it 
is  based.  Its  territory  belongs  in  fee  simple  to 
the  owners  of  the  lots.  All  speculation  in  the 
property  is  absolutely  prohibited.  All  private 
advantage  from  the  ownership  of  lots,  beyond 
the  advantage  of  a  place  for  burial,  is  effec- 
tually foreclosed.  Every  dollar  of  income  de- 
rived from  sales,  over  and  above  what  is 
needed  for  current  expenses,  is  sacredly  de- 
voted to  the  preservation  and  improvement  of 
the  cemetery  grounds,  buildings  and  monu- 
ments. 

Large  rural  cemeteries  must  always  find  a 
serious  difficulty  and   a  formidable   danger  in 


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that  tendency  to  suffer  injury  and  decay 
which  belongs  to  all  things  human  and  earth- 
ly. How  long  do  you  suppose  that  the  order, 
the  neatness,  the  beauty,  on  which  you  have 
just  been  looking  with  so  much  pleasure, 
would  continue,  if  the  care  of  these  roads 
and  paths,  these  inclosures  and  monuments, 
should  be  left  entirely  to  the  proprietors  of 
the  lots'?  A  few  of  those  owners  might, 
and  probably  would,  attend  to  their  little 
pieces  of  property,  while  all  beside  would 
be  left  to  take  care  of  itself.  It  is  per- 
fectly safe  to  say  that  under  such  a  regime 
ten  years  would  not  elapse  before  the  whole 
place  would  become  a  tangled  —  an  impene- 
trable thicket  —  one  wide  scene  of  neglect, 
aud  desolation,  and  ruin. 

A  result  so  deplorable,  the  Directors  of 
Green- Wood  mean,  if  possible,  to  prevent. 
To  this  end,  they  not  only  receive  money 
from   individuals,  the   income  of  which  is  to 


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be  applied  to  the  care  and  preservation  of 
particular  lots,  monuments,  etc. :  but  they 
have  established  a  permanent  fund,  which  is 
set  apart  in  perpetuity  for  the  same  great 
object.  This  fund,  already  very  large  and  an- 
nually increasing,*  will,  at  no  distant  day,  af- 
ford a  revenue  sufficient  to  keep  this  fairest 
of  cemeteries  in  complete  repair  and  in  un- 
fading beauty.  This  fact,  of  itself,  imparts 
to  Green-Wood  an  inappreciable  value. 

As  we  have  wandered  through  these  pleas- 
ant but  pensive  shades,  amid  so  many  em- 
blems and  tokens  of  that  mortality  which  is 
our  common  and  inevitable  lot,  it  would  be 
strange  —  it  would  be  sad  —  if  the  scene  had 
awakened  no  other,  no  higher,  emotion  than 
that  of  gratified  sense.  Among  the  multi- 
plied and  varied  memorials  of  grief  and  af- 
fection on  which  we  have  looked,  how  small 
the  proportion  of  those  which,  in  their  char- 


*  The  amount  is  already  over  nine  hundred  thousand  dollars. 


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acter  or  their  associations,  seem  unsuited  to 
the  place !  If  there  be  a  fault,  it  is  found 
mainly,  I  apprehend,  in  the  too  ambitious  as- 
pect and  aims  of  some  monuments, — and  in  an 
ostentatious  expense  not  always  controlled  by 
the  highest  and  purest  taste.  We  would  lay 
down  no  rigid  rule.  There  have  been  instan- 
ces in  which  obligations  to  the  poor  did  not 
forbid  the  most  costly  anointing  for  the  grave. 
How  far,  and  in  what  direction  it  is  right 
and  proper  to  go  in  the  construction  and 
adornment  of  mortuary  memorials  and  recepta- 
cles, are  questions  which  each  one  must  de- 
cide for  himself.  Let  him  do  it,  however,  in- 
telligently and  conscientiously. 

Sir  Thomas  Brown  seems  to  have  consid- 
ered it  as  some  evidence  of  man's  nobleness, 
that  he  is  "  splendid  in  ashes,  and  pompous 
in  the  grave  :  solemnizing  nativities  and  deaths 
with  equal  lustre."  However  we  may  regard 
this   tendency  of  our  nature,  there  can  be  no 


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question  that  it  needs  the  constant  check  of 
good  sense  and  good  taste.  The  true  philos- 
ophy which  will  make  us  comparatively  in- 
different to  all  sepulchral  grandeur,  is  well 
expressed  by  the  same  quaint  old  author. 

"To  subsist  in  lasting  monuments,  to  live 
in  their  productions,  to  exist  in  their  names 
and  predicament  of  chimeras  was  large  satis- 
faction unto  old  expectations,  and  made  one 
part  of  their  elysimns.  But  all  this  is  noth- 
ing in  the  metaphysics  of  trne  belief.  To  live 
indeed  is  to  be  again  ourselves,  which  being 
not  only  a  hope  but  an  evidence  in  noble 
believers,  it  is  all  one  to  lie  in  St.  Innocent's 
churchyard  as  in  the  sands  of  Egypt;  ready 
to  be  anything  in  the  ecstasy  of  being  for- 
ever, and  as  content  with  six  feet  as  with 
the  moles  of  Adrianus.  " 

In    the    universal    race    for   wealth,    or,  at 
bast,   for   competence,    with    its   countless  vi- 
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cissitudes  of  fortune,  there  is  one  piece  of 
property  which  is  made  sure  to  all.  Would 
it  not  moderate  ambition,  console  for  disap- 
pointment, sustain  in  trouble,  animate  with 
higher  hope,  and  prompt  to  nobler  aims, 
if  they  who  expect  one  day  to  lie  down  in 
some  such  ground  as  this,  should  make  them- 
selves familiar  with  contemplations  like  these  ? 

"EEAL  ESTATE.*' 

"  The  pleasant  grounds  are  greenly  turfed  and  graded : 

A  sturdy  porter  waiteth  at  the  gate; 
The  graceful  avenues  serenely  shaded, 
And  curving  paths  are  interlaced  and  braided 

In  many  a  maze  around  my  fair  estate. 

"  This  is  my  freehold !   Elms  and  fringy  larches, 
Maples,  and  pines,  and  stately  fire  of  Norway, 
Build  round  me  their  green  pyramids  and  arches  ; 
Sweetly  the  robin  sings,  while  slowly  marches 
The  owner's  escort  to  his  open  door-way. 

"  No  more  hath  Caesar  or  Sardanapalus ! — 

Of  all  our  wide  dominions,  soon  or  late, 
Only  a  fathom's  space  can  aught  avail  us  ;— 
This  is  the  heritage  that  shall  not  fail  us  : 
Here  man  at  last  comes  to  his  Real  Estate. 

"  Secure  to  him  and  to  his  heirs  forever! 

Nor  wealth  nor  want  shall  vex  his  spirit  more ; 
Treasures  of  hope,  and  love,  and  high  endeavor, 
Follow  their  blest  proprietor;  but  never 

Could  pomp  or  riches  pass  this  little  door. 


FOR  GREEN-WOOD. 


"  Flatterers  attend  him.  but  alone  he  enters.— 

shakes  off  the  dust  of  earth,  no  more  to  roam 
His  trial  ended— sealed  his  soul's  indentures, 
The  wanderer,  weary  from  his  long  adventures, 
Beholds  the  peace  of  his  eternal  home. 

Lo  !  more  than  life  man's  great  estate  comprises! 

While  for  the  earthly  corner  of  his  mansion 
A  little  nook  in  shady  time  suffices.— 
The  rain-how  pillared,  heavenly  roof  arises 

Ethereal  in  limitless  expansion ! 


RECAPITULATION 

OF  THE 

FOREGOING  ROUTE. 


Landscape  Avenue,  sections  110,  88,  to  Sycamore  Ave- 
nue, section  89. 

Sycamore,  89,  to  Bayside,  83. 

Bayside,  83,  00,  89,  109,  10S,  to  Battle,  sec.  K. 

Battle,  section  K,  through  Bay  View,  sections  N.  M.  L. 
124,  123  to  Fern  123. 

Fern  by  Battle,  123,  111  to  Highland,  107. 

Atlantic,  107,  to  Highland. 

Highland,  107,  to  Battle,  91. 

Battle,  91,  92,  to  Greenbough. 

Greenbough,  92,  to  Atlantic,  105. 

Atlantic,  105,  104,  103,  to  Central,  95. 

Central,  95,  to  Dell. 

Dell,. 95,  77,  73,  to  Southwood. 

Soutlnvood  to  Oakwood,  73. 

Oakwood,  73,  70,  to  Birch. 

Birch,  76,  97,  96,  to  Central. 

Central,  90,  97,  101,  to  Grove. 

Grove,  101.  117,  122.  12),  to  Elm. 

Elm,  121,  to  Atlantic,  118. 

Atlantic,  118,  100,  98,  100,  118,  119,120,  to  Ocean 
125. 


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Ocean,  125,  120,  119,  99,  150,  98,  75,  to  Vine 

Vine,  75,  160,  159,  158,  to  Sassafras. 

Sassafras,  158,  163,  168,  to  Grape,  169. 

Grape,  169,  170,  51,  to  Locust,  51. 

Locust,  51,  74,  to  Vine  Dell,  75. 

Vine  Dell,  75  to  Grove. 

Grove,  75,  74,  to  Vista,  73. 

Vista,  73,  72,  71,  78,  to  Oakleaf. 

Oakleaf,  78,  95,  to  Central. 

Central,  95,  94,  79,  to  Pine. 

Pine,  79,  93,  92,  to  Greenbough. 

Greenbough,  92,  81,  to  Central,  68. 

Central,  68,  81,  80,  to  Alder,  69. 

Alder,  69,  to  Vista,  57. 

Vista,  57,  56,  to  Forest. 

Forest,  56,  55,  70,  to  Woodland. 

Woodland,  70,  55,  54,  to  Locust. 

Locust,  54,  53,  around  Cedar  Dell,  72,  53,  49, 

Southwood. 
Southwood,  50,  49,  48,  47,  to  Dale,  32. 
Dale,  32,  to  Vernal. 
Vernal,  32,  31,  to  Summit. 
Summit,  31,  30,  to  Union. 
Union,  30,  to  Vernal. 
Vernal,  30,  29,  28,  179,  to  Cypress. 
Cypress,  179,  182,  to  Border. 
Border,  182,  7,  8,  to  Dale. 
Dale,  8,  26,  to  Vale. 
Vale,  26,  9,  4,  to  Border. 
Border,  4,  3,  to  Landscape. 


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Landscape,  3,  2,  11,  10,  25,  32,  33,  to  Chapel. 
Chapel,  33,  32,  4=7,  46,  to  Locust. 
Locust,  46,  45,  to  Forest. 
Forest,  45,  to  Landscape. 
Landscape,  45,  44,  to  Oak. 
Oak,  44,  35,  to  Hillock,  22. 
Hillock,  22,  23,  24,  to  Orchard. 
Orchard,  24,  to  Tulip. 
Tulip,  24,  23,  12,  to  Border. 
Border,  12,  13,  14,  15,  20,  10,  18,  to  Sylvan. 
Sylvan,  18,  39,  41,  42,  36,  43,  to  Landscape. 
Landscape,  43,42,  GO,.  61,   65,  84,  85,  88,  110,  to 
Northern  entrance. 


OFFICERS  OF  THE  GREEN-WOOD  CEMETERY. 


HENRY  E.  PIERREPONT,  Presipknt. 

A.  A.  LOW.  Vice-President. 

J.  A.  PERRY.  Comptroller  and  Secretary. 


.T.  A.  PERRY. 


SURVEYOR, 
LINDSAY  J.  WELLS. 

SUPERINTENDENT  OF  INTERMENTS, 
WILLIAM  SCRIMGEOUR. 

SUPERINTENDENT   OF  THE  WORKMEN, 
GEORGE  GAMGEE. 

KEEPER  OF  TITE  GATE  NORTHERN  ENTRANCE, 

ALEXANDER  MAXWELL. 

KEEPER   OF  THE  GATE — WESTERN  ENTRANCE, 
WILLIAM  COCKRELL. 


TRUSTEES. 


ROBERT  RAY, 
HENRY  E.  PIERREPONT. 
CYRUS  P.  SMITH. 
JOHN  H.  PRENTICE, 
PLINY  FREEMAN. 
RUSSELL  STEBBIN-. 
BENJAMIN  H.  FIELD. 


A.  A.  LOW. 

J.  CARSON  BREVOORT, 
JOHN  C.  GREEN, 
JAMES  W.  BEEKMAN. 
WM.  H.  ASPINWALL, 
ARTHUR  W.  BENSON, 
ALEXANDER  M.  WHITE, 


INDEX. 


Location. 


Abeel.  Rev.  David    120 

Aldama.  Miguel  De   89 

Alley.  Saul  |  21 

Appletou,  Daniel  

Arnold.  Aaron  

Aspinwall.  Wm.  H  I   21  1  Cedar  Mound. . 

Asylum  for  Orphans   18  Border  Avenue 

Atwater.  George  M  I  120  Ocean  Hill. . . . 

Aymar  Family   100  Ocean  Hill  


Ocean  Hill  

Sycamore  Avenue. 

Hilly  Ridge  

41  Sylvan  Water  

11S  Elm  Avenue  


Baker,  Mary  

Baldwin.  Grace  

Bannister,  N.  H  

Barker  

Batchelder,  Wm.  D  

Battle  Hill  

Barrow.  Dr.  William  

Baxter.  Col.  Charles  , 

Bayard,  Robert  

Bay  Grove  Hill  

Bav  Side  Dell  

Beatty.  Mrs  

Beear.  Noel  J  

Beecher,  Henry  Ward  , 

Bennett,  James  Gordon   

Bento  

Bishop,  Japheth  

Blatchford,  R.  M  , 

Bloomer,  Captain  J.  A  

Boisseau,  James  E  

Boorman.  James  

Bowne.  Samuel   , 

Bradish  Luther  

Bradford.  Wm.  II  

Brainard.  Mrs.  M  , 

Brodie,  George  , 

Bronson,  Greene  C  , 

Brooks.  Daniel  H.  and  others.. 

Brown,  James  

Bruce.  George  

Bryce.  W.  and  J  

Burdell,  Dr.  Harvey  

Burtis,  Townsend  W.  


25 
59 
26 
123 

S 

107 
23 
90 

10S 
49 
36 
76 

107 
22 
20 

100 
29 
19 

100 


179 
44 
106 


44 
100 


Summit  Avenue . 

Vale  Avenue  

Public  Lot  

Vale  Avenue  

Battle  Avenue. . . 


Dale  Avenue  

Highland  Avenue. 

Pastoral  Dell  

Bavside  Avenue... 


Locust  Avenue  

Oaken  Bind"  

Oak-wood  Avenue. 

Battle  Avenue  

Hilly  Ridge   

Lake  Ridge  

Ocean  Hill  

Southwood  Avenue. 
Border  Avenue  — , 

Ocean  Hill  

Sycamore  Avenue.. 

Alpine  Hill  

Cypress  Avenue  


Greenbough  Avenue, 

Acacia  Path  

Landscape  Avenue.. 

Hillv  Ridge  

Lake  Ridge  

Lake  Avenue  

Oak  Avenue  

Atlantic  Avenue  


140 


INDEX. 


Cairns,  Wm.  Ji  

Cairns.  The  Sisters  

Cameron  &  Fuller  

Canda  Monument  

Cary,  Wm,  H  

Catacombs  

Cauchois.  E.  L  

Chapel  Hill  

Charles,  Colonel  

Chauncey,  William  

Chilton,  James R.,  M.  D  

Chtttenflon,  Simeon  B  

Church  of  the  Saviour  

Church,  Reformed  Dutch  

Church.  First  Presbyterian  

Claflin,  Horace  B  

Clark.  Ralph  

Clark.  Mrs.  Sophia  A  

Clark.  McDonald  

Clayton,  Mrs.  Margaret  T  

Cleaveland.  John/.  

Clinton.  De  Witt  

Cochran.  Samuel  

Cochran  &  Gilfillan  

Coleman.  T.  J  

Cooper,  Peter  

Cooper.  John  J  

Cooke.  Pureell,  M.  D  

Cornell  Family  

Correja.  Captain  

Coster.  Gerard  H  

Cox,  Rev.  J.  F  

Cox,  John  

Cozzens.  A.  M  

Cranston,  Hiram  

Crave u,  Col.  Teunis  

Craven,  A.  W  

Crescent  Dell  

Crossman.  Alex.  B.  and  Henry  

Cromwell.  C.  T   

Cutler.  Rev.  B.C.D.D  

Cutting,  Francis  B  


Dambmann.  C.  F  

Davis.  Charles  Augustus  

Davidson.  A.  M. ... .  

Dawsan.  Benjamin  F  

De  Forest,  George  B  

De  Forest.  Wheeler  W  

Desrrauw,  John  W  

Delaplaine,  John  F  


sec. 

Location. 

•-( 
'-. 

Pi 

10S 

Bayside  Avenue  

■ 

22 

50 

Locust  Avenue  

78 

14 

Spruce  Hill   

98 

92 

Battle  Avenue  

34 
90 

47 

75 

Vine  Dell  

(it 

33 
47 

Lavender  Path  

95 

K. 

near  Battle  Avenue.  . . . 

24 

95 

Oak-leaf  Avenue  

45 

IS 

Sylvan  Avenue  

100 

5 

near  Dale  Avenue  

-2 

7-2 

Vista  Hll!  

65 

53 

Cedar  Dell  

76 

80 

69 

36 

Lake  Avenue  

104 

179 

Cypress  Avenue  

-1 

G. 

The  Plateau  

2S 

41 

Poets'  Mound  

18 

Border  Avenue  

100 

120 

55 

10S 

Bar  side  Dell  

22 

23 

94 

21 

Furze  Path  

98 

101 

49 

101 

Central  Avenue  

49 

65 

Strawberry  Hill  

120 

106 

Greenboii2h  Avenue. . . 

41 

125 

Ocean  HilJ  

55 

72 

Vista  Avenue  

65 

22 

Hilly  Ridge  

94 

K. 

near  Battle  Avenue.    . . 

•24 

100 

51 

97 

Evergreen  Path  

48 

160 

Ov 

43 

Landscape  Avenue  .... 

116 

43 

Landscape  Avenue  

116 

3 

Vale  Avenue  

-2 

8 

Crescent  Water  

83 

44 

92 

121 

Elm  Avenue 

50 

23 

Pastoral  Dell  

96 

37 

107 

157 

Sassafras  Avenue  

62 

100 

Atlantic  Avenue  

51 

33 

Chapel  Hill  

91 

44 

White-oak  Path  

92 

23 

Hillv  Ridee  

94 

46 

Chapel  Hill  

91 

12 

96 

INDEX, 


141 


Location. 


Denike.  Abraham  

Derbyshire.  Frederick 

Dikemao,  John  

Dodge,  Wm.  E  

Do-hum-mee  

Douglass,  John  

Dunn,  James  

Durant,  Thomas  C  — 


Earle,  A.  M  

Ebaugh,  Rev.  John  S. 
Egglestou,  Thomas.... 
Enoss,  Mrs.  Annie  F. . 
Brving  


Fanning,  Thorn  is  and  others. 

Fargis.  "Peter  

Ferris,  Mrs.  0.  A  

Firemen  

fifogg,  Wm.  H  

Folder.  W.  B  

Forsyth,  Robert  

Fountain  Hill  and  Jet  

Fred  


Garrison.  Cornelius  K  

Gerard,  James  W  

German,  Lots  

Gilbert,  Nicholas  

Goadby,  Thomas  

Godone,  Elver o  

Goodhue.  Jonathan  

Goodhue.  C.  W  

Gottschalk,  Louis  Moreau. 

Graham,  John  B  

Graham,  Augustus  

Gray,  F.  C  

Gray,  Rev.  John  

Griffin,  S.  L  

Griffin.  Francis  

Griffith.  Charles  

Grinnell.  Henry  

Griswold,  George  

Groesbeck,  W.  W  

Grosvenor,  Jasper  

Grosvenor,  Seth  

Guyre,  Sarah  


1-24  Battle  Avenue  

118  Elm  Avenue  

26 

99  '  Ocean  Hill  

41  I  Inaian  Mound  

L06  Greenbough  Avenue. 

H.  The  Plateau  

128  Fern  Avenue  


The  Plateau  

Atlantic  Avenue 
Vista  Avenue  — 

The  Plateau   

The  Plateau  


K.  Battle  Avenue.. . 

2  Border  Avenue. 

27  Crescent  Water. 

2  Tulip  Hill   

24  Tulip  Avenue. . . 

159  Landscape  Path. 

2  Border  Avenue. 
34 

123  Battle  Avenue. 


Hale,  David   125  |  Ocean  Hill  

Hall,  D.  K   100  Atlantic  Avenue. 


pi> 
64 

US 
107 
64 

98 
182 
N 
89 

19 
103 
S3 
30 
10H 
98 
22 
26 
106 
12 


Vernal  Avenue  

Bav-side  Avenue  

Landscape  Avenue. ... 

Atlantic  Avenue  

Atlantic  Avenue  

Lake  Avenue  

Ocean  Hill  

Cypress  Avenue  

Bay-View  Avenue  

Sycamore  Avenue  

Vista  Hill  

Maple  Ridire  

■  near  Central  Avenue.. 

Bay-Side  Avenue  

near  Union  Avenue  

near  Atlantic  Avenue.. 

I  Ocean  Hill   

Hillv  RidL'e  

Crescent  Water  

Cherry  Hill  

I  Everglade  Path  

Landscape  Avenue  — 


23 
51 
64 

2S 
2S 

23 
87 
S3 
86 
95 
62 
S3 
95 
27 

80 
24 

118 
51 
32 

121 
52 
81 
25 
19 
66 
93 
44 
21 
7'J 
31 
51 
93 
83 
41 
96 
-7 


142 


INDEX. 


Halsted.  Wm.  M  

Harper  Brothers  

Harrison,  James  

Hazelhurst,  James  and  Joseph. 

Havemeyer  Family  

Henry,  John  

Hill  ot  Graves  

Hidden,  Lieutenant  

Hodges,  Captain  

Hoeft,  Peter  

Hoe  Family  

Hooker,  Thomas  M  

Hope,  A.  S.  and  brothers  

Hopper,  Isaac  T  

Hopper,  Jacob  

Homrhton,  T.  L  

Howland  Family  

Hoyt,  Edwin  

Hunt,  Thomas   

Hutchinson,  Mrs.  H  


Indian  Mound  

Isaacs,  Dr.  Charles  E. 


Jennings,  Chester. . 
Jerome,  Leonard  W 


Kelsey,  Charles  

Kerr,  Mis.  Hannah  

Kingsland,  Ambrose  C, 

Kingsland,  Daniel  

Kinnan,  A.  P.  W  

Kinslev,  Dr.  H  


L'Amoureux,  Arrinda  

Lahrbush  Captain  F  

Lambert,  G.  V  

Lane,  Josiah  

Larmande,  Mrs  Anna  A  

Law,  George  

Lawrence, ^William  Anson . 

Leavitt,  David  

Leflerts.  Maria  R  

Leonard,  Captain  James  T. 

Leveridge,  John  

Lewis.  Dixon  H  


ScC. 


10S 
95 
32 

124 
24 
97 

115 
9 
59 
95 
5 
23 
2S 
32 

107 

116 
94 
31 
75 

1 00 


Location. 


PI 
12 
107 
32 

S9 


near  Bav-side  Dell 
Butternut  Hill.... 


Orchard  Hill. . 
Birch  Avenue. 


Vale  Avenue.  

near  Edgewood  Avenue 

Central  Avenue  

near  Border  Avenue. .  . 

Pastoral  Dell  

Jonquil  Path  

Dale  Avenue  

Atlantic  Avenue  

Grove  Avenue  

Pine  Hill  

Summit  Avenue  

Angelica  Path  

Atlantic  Avenue  


41  Sylvan  Water  

61  ;  Landscape  Avenue . 


Greenbough  Avenue. 
Lake  Avenue  


Hilly  Ridge  

Landscape  Avenue. 

Vine  Avenue  

Ocean  Hill   

Atlantic  Avenue  

Forest  Avenue  


Dell  Avenue   45 

near  Landscape  Avenue  122 


Battle  Avenue. 

Thorn  Path  

The  Plateau  

Grape  Avenue  

Dell  Avenue  

Battle  Avenue  

Border  Avenue  

Atlantic  Avenue  

Chapel  Avenue. .  . . 
Sycamore  Avenue . . 


INDEX. 


143 


Lichens,  their  use,  etc. . 

Lilieuthal,  0.  D.  W  

Livingston,  Brockholst. 
Low,  Abie!  Abbot  


McKeever,  Commodore. . . 

McLeay,  Thomas  W  

Maroncelli,  Piero  

Mason,  Rev.  Erskine  

Masterston,  Mrs.  Helen... 

Matthews,  John   

Medanich,  Francis  

Mites,  Martha  

Miller,  A.  J  

Miller,  Sylvanus  

Miller,  William  S  

Mitchell,  Caroline  Laura. 

Mitchell,  Dr.  S.  L  

Mitchell,  General  O.M... 

Mora.  Jose  A  

Morgan,  Matthew  

Morse  Family  

Mott,  Dr.  Valentine  


Newbold.  George. 
Niblo,  William.. . 
Norris,  Margaret. 

Norris,  T.  P  

Norsworthy,  Mrs. 


Officers  of  the  Green- Wood  Cemetery 

Orr,  Robert  

Ostrander,  Hiram  


Sec. 


107 

9S 


Location. 


Grove  Avenue . 
Ocean  Hill.... 


93  Holly  Hill. 


119 
19 
59 
67 

IT- 
61 
1 
22 
H. 

20 
77 
78 

149 
K. 

104 
81 
98 


Ocean  Hill   54 

Lakeside  Path  101 


Public  Lots  

[Myrtle  Hill  

'Hazel  Path  

(Landscape  Avenue  

I  near  Border  Avenue . . . 
j  near  Hillock  Avenue. . 

The  Plateau  

1  Dell  Avenue  

Lake  Ridge  

j  near  Dell  Avenue  

[  Laburnum  Path  

Cypress  Avenue  

Battle  Avenue  

Atlantic  Avenue  

Sycamore  Avenue  

Ocean  Avenue  .  


Ocean  Hiil  

Crescent  Water. . . 

Ocean  Hill  

near  Dell  Avenue.. 
45  Landscape  Avenue 


106 

US 


Packer,  William  S   104 

Parish,  Henry   35 

Parker,  George  

Pastacaldi.  Joseph  

Payne,  Mrs.  W   

Pettitrrew,  R  I  101 

Phelps.  Isaac  N   9 

Pilots"  Monument   112 

Pierrepont  Family   6S 

Plateau.  The    G.H. 

Poet's  Mound   41 

Porter,  Sarah  Cleaveland   119 


Greenbough  Avenue. , 
near  Grove  Avenue . . 


Atlantic  Avenue  

Ravine  Path  

Ocean  Hill  

near  Battle  Avenue.. 


157  Sassatras  Avenue. 


Grove  Avenue . . 
Vale  Avenue. . . 
Battle  Hill.... 
Lawn-Girt  Hill. 

Sylvan  Water.. 
Ocean  Hill  


144 


INDEX. 


Qointard,  George  \V. 


Rac 
Rec 
Kei 
Ki]< 
Rol 
Rol 


ter  W  

•mb  

)fessor  James 


Professor  Edward . 
James  


Rusrgles,  Henry  

Ryan,  Mrs  Susan  F. 


Sabbaton,  Joseph. 
Schenck.  W  J.... 


Schroecl 
Scribnei 


Rev.  JolinF. 

bmham  S  

?aac  N  

n-enzo  B  


main  

ac  E  

bert  

Fitch  

_  rus  P  , 

Lemuel  


Smitn,  ri 
Smith,  E 
Smith,  C; 
Smi 

Soldiers*  Mouumei: 

Soldiers1  Lot  

Spencer.  Lorrillard 

Spofford,  Paul  

Steinwav  Familv. . 


Strong,  General  George  C. 

Sturtevant,  Eliza  

Snffern  Thomas  

Sutton,  David  

Swan.  Benjamin  L  

Swift,  Samuel  

Swift,  General  Joseph  6... 

Sylvan  Water  

Syms,  Grace  


Sec. 

Location. 

so 

A 

lui) 

Ocean  Hill  

53 

S5 

near  Landscape  Avenue 

121 

81 

Sycamore  Avenue  

72 

mo 

Oeean.Hill  

53 

SO 

19 

15- 

Vine  Avenue  

62 

100 

51 

70 

75 

103 

62 

121 

50 

16 

100 

47 

Chapel  Hill  

91 

I'D 

IWv^ide  \venue 

21 

SO 

Buttonwood  Hill 

72 

99 

Ocean  Hill 

5S 

42 

118 

100 

59 

111 

Baltic  Vvenue 

31 

94 

Twilight  Dell. 

67 

36 

111 

1 

Garland  Path 

SI 

T 
O  . 

X  11C  r  lalldlt  

2S 

22 

:<s 

99 

Ocean  Hill  

5S 

6S 

near  Lawn-girt  Hiil .... 

73 

25 

Glen  \venue 

S4 

1  '3 

The  Plateau 

'2- 

1  fiQ 

Linden  Vvenue 

43 

100 

Q7 

107 

I 

91 

nonr  RntvlpT  \vpnnp 

88 

Wriniil  viri  Pifl^P 

>>  UUultulU  l-tlLli^C  •  • 

75 

74 

L<icu?t  Avenue  

62 

Atlantic  Avenue  

32 

94 

Ocean  Avenue  

58 

Battle  Avenue  

34 

51 

94 

Twilight  Dell'. 

68 

37.8- 

109 

10 

9S 

165 

Sassafras  Avenue  

62 

INDEX. 


145 


Sec. 


Locatiou. 


101 


Targee,  John  

Taylor,  Ann  Maniganlt. 

Thomas,  Gritlith  13   i7« 

Thompson,  Joseph   ""l  *o 

Thorn,  Herman                  '  '  ioq 

Tilclen,  Thomas   ?S5 


Grove  Avenue. 
Lake  Ridge  


Tileston. 


Pliomas  I  3J 


Titus,  George  N 
Townsend,  S.  P 
Tyng,  Rev.  Dudley  A 


Vallance,  Mrs.  Catharine. 

Van  Rensselaer,  Alexander...  '  a 

v  an  Rensselaer,  William  P  22 

Van  Wagenen,  Hubert  Jr....  |  107 

Van  Wagenen,  Gerrit  G   '  <8 

Verbryck     04 

Vosburgh,  Col.  A.  S  ...  123 


near  South  wood  Av. 

Grassy  Path  

Aider  Path  

Sylvan  Water  

Myrtle  Path  

Lake  Ridge  

Aurora  Path  


Wa  ke,  Lieut,  and  Commander.. 

Walker.  Edward   

Wall,  William  

Ward,  Samuel  and  John 
Water  Works  .... 
Wetmore,  William  S.  and  Samuel. 
Western  Entrance  .. 
Wheeler,  W.  A 

Wh.stler,  Major  

Whitney,  Stephen  

Williams,  Eliza. 

Williams,  Elisha  \ 

Witthaug  Family 
Wolfe,  Jchr  D 
Wolcott,  Frederick  Hf 
Wolfe,  Udolpho.  . 
Wood,  Silas. .  .  . 
Wood,  George.. 
Woodruff,  Franklin 
Wyeth,  Mrs.  C.  A. . . 


*oung,  John  S. 
Young   


Zuazuavar,  s.  U( 


19 
Go 
56 
77 
20.21 
97 

95 

94 

98 
106  1 

12 

47 

20 

94 
178 

53 
ITS 
123 


Lakeside  Path  

Landscape  Avenue. 

Forest  Avenue  

Oakwood  Avenue.. 

Vapor  Path  

Central  Avenue  


near  Dell  Avenue. ... 
I  Twilight  Dell.... 

!  Ocean  ilill  

!  Greenbough  Avenue.. 
,  near  Border  Avenue., 
t  Dale  Avenue. 

Lake  Ridge  "' 

Pine  Hill  

Hazel  Path  

Cedar  Dell .... 

Hazel  Path  

The  Plateau  

Crescent  Water  


Border  Avenue.  . . 
near  Lake  Avenue. 


Maple  Ridge. 


Ocean  Hill... 

Alpine  Hill  

Hilly  Ridge  

Highland  Avenue. 
Lawn-girt  Hill.. .. 
Twilight  Dell  ... 
Battle  Hill   "27 


4!) 

100 
30 
78 
12 
62 

107 
74 
99 
58 


104 
120 
92 
4S 
104 
49 
101 
44 
07 
51 
41 
97 
79 
10O 
63 
80 
78 
SO 
28 
83 


98 


